all these accidents that happen
follow the dot
coincidence makes sense
only with you
you don’t have to speak
i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this
state of emergency
how beautiful to be
state of emergency
is where i want to be

all that no one sees
you see
what’s inside of me
every nerve that hurts you heal
deep inside of me
you don’t have to speak – i feel
emotional landscapes
they puzzle me
confuse
then the riddle gets solved
and you push me up to this:
state of emergency
how beautiful to be
state of emergency
is where i want to be

I want to be listening to this song when I die. No really, I mean it. This song has it all – the Greatest Singing Voice Mankind Will Ever Know whispering words that seep into your ears like a….oh, fuck similes and metaphors. This song has made me weep on dark highways, it has made me howl in my room. Yes, when I die, I want to be listening to this. No, actually, I want to die watching the Live At Royal Albert Hall show, where she says “nerrrve that hurrts you heal”, and gives that twisted, creepy smile at the last “state of emergency”. The kind of smile that breaks the last bit of restraint you try to hold in yourself. She’s the Alpha and the Omega, she’s Death and she’s Life and she is peeling your emotions apart and oh my god she is smiling there on the stage and she knows exactly how she’s making you feel.

Morbid? Oh, no no no no NO. When you have an Icelandic princess whispering in your ears, you get deliriously happy, and you tend to babble a bit.

Life is good.