A very metaphorical Thompson lyric, in which the struggle of love is laid out in the language of conflict in 3 short verses, and in which the battle is played out in the interplay of guitar and violin, between verses 2 and 3 spiraling higher and higher, with increasing intensity until the storm breaks, and the song resolves in calm, as after passionate love-making.

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