Every single nightIsn't that perfect? PERFECT? Pure poetry. Not entirely sure what it all means, for us to eke meanint out... well... that would involve close textual analysis (*whips out pencil, starts underlining things and writing BATHOS and LITOTES like it's A Level Eng Lit all over again*).
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze
That's when the pain comes in
Like a second skeleton
Trying to fit beneath the skin
I can't fit the feelings in
Every single night's alright with my brain
Anyway. Fiona also has a new album out but the title of it alone would fill up seven webpages of text so we'll save it for a different post. In the meantime, enjoy "Every Single Night" below:
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