The melancholy opening guitar chords of Slow Dancing in a burning room start up and give birth to bad butterflies that engulf my stomach. I lurch up and run towards my laptop, one second after he starts singing, two seconds too late. Damn.
By the time the chorus rolls around, I feel like someone has just peeled my emotional skin off and now I'm scrambling to hold all the parts of me together as they tumble over each other like precariously stacked boxes. Great
It's hard to not appreciate music that has that much power over you.
