"Ice-age heat wave, can't complain.
If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand
...Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I'm caught in an undertow?
The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights." -Modest Mouse (The World at Large)
Every time I listen to this song I get another meaning out of it.
It is such a beautiful piece of artistry.
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