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I think I see things in pictures; maybe I'm a 'visual' learner. Colours too. When we're working on a song or recording it, if I have an idea on how something goes I often describe it as colours or a picture: 'yeah, it should be like deep green waves sweeping over you'

What's up with me?

I've been having the same reoccurring images of this girl. She doesn't know that I like her, she doesn't even know what I think of her.

But thoughts of her consume me. I don't just want to jump into bed with her...although this silent movie that's been playing in my head involves a bed.

Camera pans in, medium long shot of a single tree and long(ish) grass.

Sitting under the tree is a boy, leaning against the tree, the girl is resting her head on his thigh and looking at a graphic novel. He runs his fingers through her hair and fiddles with her brightly coloured bracelet.

No words.

Cut to a hotel room. Bed sheets are tossed, pillows strewn on the floor. It's in the early hours of the morning, lights are dimmed and they're lost in conversation...