four minutes and fifteen seconds of reconciliation.

"One night one night is never enough with you.
Please come back into my arms.
So we can hold and share what we had before."

Why is it that we think we can make things better?

We get into strange otherworldly spaces where it seems if we could just think a little clearer this time around, everything would be alright, but that's a farcical idea.

"Everything is the same only you're not around
The silent chill and the smell you made
Is making me nervous and I'm always sad
How much more of this is there to come?"

I suppose poor judgement is at the root of it. We begin to second guess and doubt ourselves. It certainly explains drunk-dialing, after all, impaired judgement would be at the root of that activity.

"Don't let me know
One night, one night is never enough with you
Please come back into my arms
So we can hold and share what we had before"

I don't get it.

I know better than to let my heart out of the cage I built for it. That cage was constructed artfully, bar by bar and bolt by bolt, for a reason.

"We found him lying here staring at the stones
Seem like he'd made up his mind after all
I'd like to save him take his mind off the pain"

What is there to say? That we were cheated by fate or poor timing or pure dumb luck?

That we were just kids and we didn't know what we were doing--what we were up against?

That we did some things we can never take back or give away, and there are memories that will define the personas we take with us to the grave?

"But you and i both know that I've got things to do
One night one night together again just won't do
When there's so much more to give
So won't you come back here now into my arms."

Four minutes and fifteen seconds of reconciliation.

Was it good for you?

Lyrics from The Cooper Temple Clause - Into My Arms