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Parenthetical Girls - Love Connection

I could be doing anything, or doing nothing. It doesn't matter where I am, when it happens it always has the same effect on me: the scent of you, drifting in from nowhere, suddenly rediscovered before my eyes, invisible and beautiful, and it knocks me off my feet. I don't know if I pluck it from the air, or if it plucks me. My heart stands on the tips of its toes, deceived, trying to see you. My mind reels and races, my pace quickens, I am with you and without, odd-hearted, blinded unexpectedly by your sun in my eyes.
It's not so much a scent as a collection of feelings, bundled up and bound together and waiting for me to chance upon them. And though I adore recognising a bit of you in whatever world I am in, my heart winces and aches at the denial.

This is an old song (that I have been listening to and trying to get words around for years) that I've come back to since I realised how good Entanglements is. You can buy Parenthetical Girls' records here.