I remember when this album came out (also called 'Waiting for the Siren's Call'). I was confused. "What? I like a band who still puts out albums?" The fact that it was a good record made my life for the next few weeks. This particular track is a sad song about regret. At the time, it felt wholly appropriate - they KNEW me. Being an angsty teenager was lame. Being a cynical twenty-something is much more fun, and booze is a lot easier to acquire.
But, as to why this was stuck in my head this morning? I have no idea. It's about thirteen degrees cooler than it was last week. Maybe all those frenetic songs were a result of never getting a good night's sleep.
Good Morning.
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