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I had a horrible day at work. Stress and a backlog of work ruined my day, and by the time I left at 4:40 I was frazzled and annoyed. I left early to deposit some checks in the company account and I was rushing to get the bank before it closed. I put in the new Death Cab for Cutie album because I got it over a week ago, but still haven't listened to it properly. This song calmed me down a bit because the the refrain - sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole. just like faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound. but while you debate half empty or half full it slowly rises. your love is going to drown - makes my heart swell.
It went off and the CD continued to play while it lapsed back into my foul mood. I pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store to get to the bank and waited impatiently as people crossed in front of my car. An old man was helping his wife cross the parking lot while I was tapping my finger on the steering wheel, trying to will them to move faster. They had to be nearly 90 years old and were moving extremely slowly. At that moment the first line of this song reverberated through my car speakers.
It was one of those moments that hit me hard. I'm convinced that the universe somehow organizes itself in such a way that two or more events in my life collide to provide maximum impact to me. The old couple helping each other across the parking lot just carried that song along so well that I got teary-eyed. By the time I pulled into the six-car-line at the bank, I was crying (no doubt looking like a crazed woman), but not crying because I was due to spend twenty minutes in line.
Everything is in perspective again. Crystal clear. Thank you universe. I know I'm romanticizing it, but I wish I knew where I could find that old couple. I want to talk to them.
The lyrics...
Love of mine, someday you will die, but I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark
Catholic school is vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me, "Son, fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
You and me have seen everything to see, from Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about 'cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
It went off and the CD continued to play while it lapsed back into my foul mood. I pulled into the parking lot of a grocery store to get to the bank and waited impatiently as people crossed in front of my car. An old man was helping his wife cross the parking lot while I was tapping my finger on the steering wheel, trying to will them to move faster. They had to be nearly 90 years old and were moving extremely slowly. At that moment the first line of this song reverberated through my car speakers.
It was one of those moments that hit me hard. I'm convinced that the universe somehow organizes itself in such a way that two or more events in my life collide to provide maximum impact to me. The old couple helping each other across the parking lot just carried that song along so well that I got teary-eyed. By the time I pulled into the six-car-line at the bank, I was crying (no doubt looking like a crazed woman), but not crying because I was due to spend twenty minutes in line.
Everything is in perspective again. Crystal clear. Thank you universe. I know I'm romanticizing it, but I wish I knew where I could find that old couple. I want to talk to them.
The lyrics...
Love of mine, someday you will die, but I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight, waiting for the hint of a spark
Catholic school is vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me, "Son, fear is the heart of love"
So I never went back
You and me have seen everything to see, from Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about 'cause we'll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms
If heaven and hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
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