this such a wonderful song by damien rice...it doesn't help with desiring love and a lover. the type of song that drives me to paint and to dream of a man who is good and kind. isn't it funny how music can wrap around you, like the ghost of a person. drawing your heart out of hidding. it is like being in a half awake half a sleep place where memories and dreams are so vivid that you awake expecting the one in your dreams to be there next to you. the spectors from your fever dreams.
"volcanos melt you down(she's still to young) volcanos melt you (i kissed your mouth) i kissed your mouth (and she's still to young) volcanos melt(i kissed your mouth you do not need me)"
some day my fever dreams will become reality