Depeche Mode cantan a lo oculto y mágico de nuestra existencia en Fragile Tension, cuarto single de su último disco Sounds of The Universe. Es una frágil tensión la que nos mantiene, puede que no dure para siempre, pero el viento sopla. Hay algo mágico en el aire, algunas cosas tan trágicas por las que nos tenemos que preocupar. Es una obsesión extraña que nos arrastra más cerca, que no entendemos, que nunca se aclara. Hay algo místico en nuestros sueños, son tan simples que dan patadas y gritan. Cuando lo vemos reconocemos el arte oculto de que nada nos puede retener. Es un vertiginoso sentimiento que nos mantiene volando, algún brillante desafío, incluso sin intentarlo. hay algo mágico en nuestras manos, nada lógico para nuestros planes.
Depeche Mode sing to what's magic and hidden in our existence in Fragile Tensión, fourth single taken from their latest album Sounds of The Universe. Well it's a fragile tension, that's keeping us going.It may not last forever, but of all wind is blowing.There's something magical in the air. Some things so tragic we have to care. It's a strange obsession, it's drawing us nearer. We don't understand it, it never get's clearer. There's something mystical in our dreams. They're so simplistic it kicks and screams. Oh when we see too recon the art occult that nothing can keep us down. It's a dizzying feeling that's keeping us flying. Some glittering gauntlet, without even trying. There's something magical in our hands. Nothing logical to our plans.
Depeche Mode sing to what's magic and hidden in our existence in Fragile Tensión, fourth single taken from their latest album Sounds of The Universe. Well it's a fragile tension, that's keeping us going.It may not last forever, but of all wind is blowing.There's something magical in the air. Some things so tragic we have to care. It's a strange obsession, it's drawing us nearer. We don't understand it, it never get's clearer. There's something mystical in our dreams. They're so simplistic it kicks and screams. Oh when we see too recon the art occult that nothing can keep us down. It's a dizzying feeling that's keeping us flying. Some glittering gauntlet, without even trying. There's something magical in our hands. Nothing logical to our plans.
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