Everybody's working for the weekend.

When you're hugging somebody, and you've judged that the hug's gone long enough, so you start to pull away but the other person just holds you tighter? ...sigh. Amazing.

So I've been listening to Metric's Fantasies, thanks to a certain somebody's recommendation. I love it so much. "Twilight Galaxy" is - even in acoustic - intensely dark and yet wonderfully fragile. I wonder if I can describe myself like that. At least I have something in common with tinted glass.

Originally from here...

Did they tell you, you should grow up
When you wanted to dream
Did they warn you, better shape up
If you want to succeed
I don't know about you, who are they talking to?
They aren't talking to me

I'm higher than high, lower than deep
I'm doing it wrong, singing along

Did I ask you for attention
When affection is what I need
Thinking sorrow is perfection
I'd wallow 'til you told me
There's no glitter in the gutter
There's no twilight galaxy

Go higher than high

Lower than deep

Keep doing it wrong

Singing along

I'm higher than high,

Lower than deep

Doing it wrong

and singing along

I'm alright, c'mon baby
I've seen all the demons that you've got.
If you're not alright, now c'mon baby
I'll pick you up and take you where you want
Anywhere you want
Anywhere you want
Anywhere you want
Anything you want

I'm higher than high

Lower than deep

Doing it wrong

And singing along

Higher than high

Lower than deep
Doing it wrong

Singing along