It sounds just like falling backwards
into a bed of cotton balls. Dancing
from cloud to cloud, the hidden stars
twinkle like the triangle in the melody.
Suddenly a crashing of cymbals alerts
the senses to the impending thunder.
As the music gets louder the drums finally
kick in and send the beat pulsating through
your body. You're feeling it and with a head
bang and turn of the hip, you're done.
Waking from your reverie, your mind flutters
back to when you lived as a galaxy.
this is kinda amazing. no really. I love Sigur Ros
This is the best description of the song I've ever heard.
i listened to the song and it goes perfectly ith your poem.