Now you're sleeping peaceful,
I lie awake and pray,
That you'll be strong tomorrow,
And we'll see another day,
And we will praise it, [that's it, right there]
And love the light,
That brings a smile across your face
Where do I feel it? It's in my forehead, between my eyebrows, trying to pull them together. I feel it at the outsides of my eyes, a tension. I feel it in my chest, like my heart and lungs are trying to get out of the prison of my ribs.
What gets through? The singer is in anguish, not sleeping, begging her holy hobgoblin for just one more day of life for the one she loves, just to have it to share, and promising to cherish it...and I am trying to figure out what is wrong between us...and hurting her in the process. How absolutely fucked up is that?
Would anyone feel about me what McLachlan is expressing? Do I doubt it? Yes, I do, sometimes, far too often.