For all the trauma and pain of love songs, there exists a much more thrilling but equally dramatic parallel catalog. The one that sings of visceral places, those places where desire lives. This song, a perennial Pandora favorite, makes me feel like floating into love and never coming down, makes me feel like dragging fingers down spines and casting glances to the passenger seat. This, with simple piano, a hint of trip-hop modifications and a major chord transition does not contain much by way of words but says just enough with the right ones. The line about words, cutting you open, that’s a real thing that can happen, but how much can happen when we reach beyond words, when we tap into those other places. Not all love is sad, after all.
“Wake up look me in the eyes again
I need to feel your hands upon my face
Words can be like knives
They can cut you open
And the silence surrounds you and haunts you.
I think I might’ve inhaled you
I can feel you behind my eyes
You’ve gotten into my bloodstream
I can feel you flowing in me.”