You don't really look the way I thought you would. You're more radiant and free of structures. You gaze at me in between words and sentences and I can almost reach out and touch your intensity. Then you light your Benson's; I dive into your mind and you choose not to block me out even though you should. You are all those Nordic light-nights wrapped up into one. You are all that is white and shining and real and my heart simply knows that this time I might be right to risk all and take that drunken leap of faith.
Patrick Watson – The Great Escape
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