A different sort of Monday song. One longing for escape, but thoughtfully and longingly. There’s no rash decisions going on here. “I look at that open door, I’m going to walk there by myself.” The voice is familiar, yet seems more alive without the throbbing 80s synthesizers that placed it deep in my memory. “Maybe I’m still searching, but I don’t know what it means – the fires of destruction are still burning in my dreams.” Beautiful intro to a powerful album. Shoutouts for Lost and Fingernail Moon.
Annie Lennox