But that's what it is. Waltzing off the edge of a cliff, because at least there's the moment of jumping. Of feeling like you can fly. Or thinking you can. The words will take control regardless, and it's not about the response nor the outcome, but the words themselves.
I think it depends on the sea, Detective Warda. I don't know that I believe in gods or things to hang onto. I believe in the sea, though.
I ought to consider if music ought to be shared or not? Of course it is. I just don't know if I've got music to share or sharing for music.