In Berlin.

There is thunder in Berlin;

We fell down under a moving sky.

When you walked into the room tonight,

Lighting took hold of my heart for a while.

You are all that I want,

You are all that I need.

Snow will come and cover this town;

If we freeze I want to freeze next to you;

City lights shine overheads;

I never want to leave you.

You are all that I want,

You are all that I need,

You are all that I've longed for this wintertime;

You are all that I need .

Click.

I've said it once (well...), and I'll say it again: music cannot be explained, although I do admire those who dare and try, and somewhat succeed. Maybe, though, for the most part, they describe what it makes them feel with a very fancy language, or compare it to things and feelings and whatnot. I am not like that. I am a bottom, in that regard (in that regard ;)). I would rather let music talk to me, and tell me what life is like. Often times, I find music describes someone to me, or it describes a situation, or a moment; it'll give life to a rainy afternoon, and keep you company through uncertain and rough times, and joyful times, too. It'll make you shake your ass, even if you don't like it. It'll heal you and slap your wrists.

(I know what it's like; I know what you're going through).