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...flying back home last night, for something to do I swapped ipods with #1 daughter. After about 3 minutes we each looked at each other in horror. I quickly gave her back her collection of clubbing mixes and girl-band craparoony, and she solemnly returned my collection of "slit-your-wrist" music, which I had personally thought of as an eclectic mix of the best of a number of different genres, with a bit of quirkiness thrown in for good measure. She had a different word for it, which was the same one I had for hers, beginning with sh and terminating in ite.

Thinking back to this today while listening to Dido in the car, I felt sorry for her in that her choice of listening was only based on the music and not the lyrics.

Touch my skin,and tell me what you're thinking
Take my hand and show me where we're going
Lie down next to me, look into my eyes and tell me, oh tell me what you're seeing
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling
what you feel, is what I feel for you
Take my hand and if I'm lying to you
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...

See my eyes, they carry your reflection
Watch my lips and hear the words I'm telling you
Give your trust to me and look into my heart and show me, show me what you're doing
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling
What you feel, is what I feel for you

Take my hand and if I'm lying to you
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you
Take your time, if I'm lying to you
I know you'll find that you believe me
you believe me

Feel the sun on your face and tell me what you're thinking
Catch the snow on your tongue and show me how it tastes
Take my hand and if I'm lying to you
I'll always be alone
if I'm lying to you
Take your time, if I'm lying to you
I know you'll find that you believe me
you believe me