Wonderwall

Wonderwall will always remind me of my first time in Paris as a senior in high school. Of sitting on the steps of Montmartre and listening to a busker play the song on a guitar while passersby tossed francs into his open case. This acapella version takes that memory and adds a light gossamer layer of mystery while drawing the focus back to the words with that hauntingly high and clear voice. Maybe you’re gonna be the one that saves me…

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