These lyrics destroy me. Every time. Since I was 17:
“I feel her gently sighing as the evening slips away.
If only you knew what’s inside of me now
You wouldn’t want to know me somehow”
The tremble in his voice, at once vulnerable and rising in power as he sings. God.
Thank you, Julie, for that tape, because the real gift was those moments when I can’t see during that song.
(“Never Comes the Day” by The Moody Blues)
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