This is a stellar song, although it is also a secret song that I refuse to comment upon nor sing again. It is beautiful but the verses reflect a bevy of pain that I would rather not deal with until absolutely necessary. The original version had something to do with the running of the bulls, along the lines of Arthur C. Stackerazz. This song reminds me that I must utilize the healthy side of the Ego to flatline the unhealthy side of the Ego, The Eghost…But the pathways that my mind fathoms are wretched when the tune reminds me of contemplating the unfulfilled aspect of a normal, robust Ego. “But I messed it up…You held out your hand, but I did not look up….You whispered ‘I love you,’ but my brain did not reply….You whispered I love you; I did not answer—I do not know why…Must have been fear of rejection…Got to subside from that pride— but keep it intact…” Nice House vinyl scratching effects coincide with low volume metal guitar riffs and ethereal keyboard chords that I figured out to mesh with the rest…