The Reeling.

I recently obtained a copy of Passion Pit's new CD, "Manners" (go get it now). The album's fourth track, "The Reeling" left me reeling.


We dug these holes
We crawled into
Now they're my home
Now here I cannot feel the wind
Can't feel the rain or cold
And I believe in gentle harmony
How I loath all this obscenity!
Is this the way my life has got to be?
Have I a single opportunity?
Look at me
Oh, look at me
Is this the way I'll always be?
Oh no-Oh no
And now I dream that somebody
Will swiftly come and kidnap me
Oh no-Oh no
And everyday I lie awake
And pray to God today's the day
Oh no-Oh no
But here I am oh here I am
Oh when will someone understand?
Oh no-Oh no
And all at once I feel this
Oh how it clings to me
It reels and calls me towards some
Confounding destiny
And I can feel the madness inch by inch
The more I run the more I am convinced
I've colored all these like the
Branche's twist
Just like we settle in the frothy mist


I got chills, and they're multiplyin'