February 26 - Heights

It takes a moment for the unstandard chords of this to settle, and the effect is interestingly unsettling and fits well with plaintive nostalgic lyrics about a love of the past that clearly had doom in its core even if it had joy in the moment and regret in its memory.

Or at least, I presume it's love. The joy of ambiguous lyrics is that maybe it's not. Maybe this isn't a sing about a fictional lost love of a fictional narrator and is instead a fictional friend who met a fictional tragic end.

We don't know, and neither does John. This song is a fragment, with regret and reminiscence and no conclusion, and must be appreciated for being that and nothing more.