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The Closest Thing To Crazy

I have heard this song a thousand time. I guess I heard this song in the UK for the first time, when I was working as a waitress, 6 years ago? But, I have never understood the real meaning of this song. I thought this song was about living a wild life as a twentier, like Jamie Cullum's Twenty Something. Yet, this song apparently has a deeper meaning.

And I just discovered it last week, during North Sea Jazz 2010.



How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?

This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own…
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.


How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?


I can't believe that this song could have been so applicable to me. But thank goodness, I am sober now :)

This is a snapshot of Katie Melua's show. It wasn't the most incredible show, but it definitely wasn't disappointing.

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