I’ve been into this song for almost eight years, singing it at the KTV (by ear, of course, only) playing it while having a fag in the swirling leaves of autumn, knowing only that it meant that love was like a tornado. I never knew exactly what it was about until now.
Love is like a tornado? Life is like a tornado. Get sucked in the vortex that swallows you whole, ripped up and torn apart and swirling until you find youself in Oz for a few weeks’ vacation then spit back down into the high grass of Kansas only to find you’ve left a shiny red shoe behind somewhere and your dog’s writing you post cards from Acapulco.
