There is something ethereal about every song sung by Stevie Nicks. Obviously, her voice gives just about any song she sings an otherworldly quality, but I think it is her lyrics that seem to call the listener into fairy-land. And the fairy-land that Nicks calls the listener to in this case is her own past, when she was a poor, struggling musician who slept on a mattress on the floor with nothing but paper flowers for decoration. I think anyone who has ever felt distanced from themselves, or anyone who has ever had to start over can relate to these lyrics full of bittersweet nostalgia.
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