"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."
Aldous Huxley "Music at Night", 1931
I love this song but I wish I'd never heard it. I listen to it often but wish I could forget it. I hear it but I wish it meant nothing. I hate it because it does.
Music is where your heart is. And sometimes, just sometimes your heart hears music far better than your ears.
Yeah...sometimes it's like that.