parachutes raze i don't know why it's always the smallest sigh of a song that digs so deep into me. but i do know. don't i? here: finger flesh on copper coils. mucous membrane lapping at ladle-shaped pyramid. just enough reverb to make it clear we're not in kansas anymore. it only takes ten seconds to sing all that needs to be said. such sweet, simple words of surrender to harness the human heart. in a haze, a stormy haze. i'll be 'round. i'll be loving you always. always. 260616 what's it to you? who go blather from