I'm listening to: The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition

Is it the archetype? 

Or the distinct manifestation?



It huddles in the littlest corners and thinks nobody knows, just because it doesn't look anyone else in the eye. But it turns up all over the place anyway, taking on the strangest forms. How do you stop staring? 






So stay there
Because I'll be coming over

And while our blood's still young
It's so young; it runs

And we won't stop until it's over
Won't stop to surrender