Can there be a Queen of composure with no consequences?
Winded and woozy for the sake of symphonic surroundings.
One, two, three, four | two two three four | three two three four | I counted measures longer than it takes one (two three four) to forget.
Everlong — Foo Fighters
And I wonder
When I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again