"... we fall but our souls are flying."
It's only fitting that in this time of working so damn much I feel totally disconnected from the world this morose little ditty would be worming its way through me noggin. Not to worry, though, I'm not planning anything drastic involving cliffs or the like. I am, however, beginning to feel much like a veteran driven to numb the pain with a little vino. And I mean that quite literally, as every bodily issue related to my ergonomically incorrect office is flaring something terrible. And on that note, a pretty song... and a live version, if you like (and I think you will).