luxury — parallel love
Near as I can tell, this song isn't based on Only Revolutions. But it might as well be.
I'm thinking too much about how it's been 20 years since I was 16. That songs about love used to move me, movement implying a future location different from this one. You can make an argument for a present tense of movement, dancing, but I didn't re-learn to dance until I was 30 and then 3 years later the dance halls closed and we can't breathe each other anymore, sweaty in the glimlight of a bar going gone. Brief bloom of youth out of season. So now love is a word in a song that fits anywhere and refers only to a feeling a human body used to be able to have, that motivated so many long days and nights, but also ultimately served primarily as an anchor in both good and bad measure, while my mind flayed itself against the shore repeatedly seeking somehow to both swim and stand, never ceasing, never happy, never full.