I was reading Edith Wharton's poem "Wants" earlier and it made me think of this song by Depeche Mode. I often listened to it while on my runs from Virginia to DC and back. At its heart, it is a romantic ideal that we lose ourselves in someone else and then find ourselves. It is rare to find it--much less receive it--but I'm sure many of us have felt it at least once in our life. Who hasn't wanted to "lose control" to "treasure a kiss?"
Lyrics
It's only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself
It's only when I lose myself in someone else
That I find myself
I find myself
Something beautiful is happening inside for me
Something sensual, it's full of fire and mystery
I feel hypnotized, I feel paralyzed
I have found heaven
There's a thousand reasons
Why I shouldn't spend my time with you
For every reason not to be here I can think of two
Keep me hanging on
Feeling nothing's wrong
Inside your heaven
Chorus
I can feel the emptiness inside me fade and disappear
There's a feeling of contentment now that you are here
I feel satisfied
I belong inside
Your velvet heaven
Did I need to sell my soul
For pleasure like this
Did I have to lose control
To treasure your kiss
Did I need to place my heart
In the palm of your hand
Before I could even start
To understand
Chorus
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