This review is going up way past my self-allocated writing cutoff time (the curfew is in place to ensure I don't embarrass myself). Just know that from the bottom of my heart, and with the dying gasps from my fingers, this review -- this song -- is reaching you.
Dear reader, dear listener, I've either had the ghost of Shakespeare migrate into my body via the Chinese food I just ate, or my helplessly narcoleptic state has left me rather poetic.
Nonetheless, as they say, when the storm cometh, ride the wave. And so too when the storm passes, and the night falls upon a still Earth, sleep my child. Sleep.