Isn't it funny how you can hear a song you've known by heart for eight years but, after not hearing it for a long time, suddenly be incredibly moved by it?
Seasons of Love by Jonathan Larson:
525,600 minutes,
525,600 moments so dear,
525,600 minutes,
How do you measure... measure a year?
In daylights? In sunsets?
In midnights? In cups of coffee?
In inches? In miles?
In laughter? In strife?
In 525,600 minutes?
How do you measure a year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love.
Seasons of love.
525,600 minutes,
525,600 journeys to plan,
525,600 minutes,
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truths that she learned? Or in times that he cried?
In the bridges he burned? Or the way that she died?
It's time now to sing out, though the story never ends.
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love.
(Oh, you've got to, you've got to remember the love)
Remember the love.
(You know, love is a gift from up above)
Remember the love.
(Share love, give love, spread love)
Measure in love.
(Measure, measure your life in love)
Seasons of love.
Seasons of love.
My God, do I want to see RENT now. It's been... 2 years? 2 and a half? I'm not even sure anymore. Funny how things change. I used to get panicky if it had been near 6 months since I'd seen it.
I'm not used to this OBC recording. All I hear is Daphne. Which makes me think of "You're a HOT DOG!". Oh,
haggardlilslayr. I wish you were home right now so I wouldn't feel so asinine for laughing out loud.