Well sadly, I have to admit that I am among the sad masses who only discovered this song by watching the final episode of season 2 of The OC. Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap:
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
A good friend from uni came over to visit family a while back, and we made plans to meet at Leicester Square... unfortunately with the closed Picadilly Line after the bombings, and a couple of back and forth voicemails, we missed each other.
This morning I found that she'd sent me a letter, filled with love and hurt and sadness and secret admissions... and her telling me that she's been through an incredibly rough time, with only Coldplay to pick her up.
I'm left imagining her reaching for her walkman every time a wave of emotion comes over her. Chris Martin and friends are there for her when I can't be, when no one else can be.
I love hearing that music can affect someone so deeply, so positively. Even if the most relatable music when you're down is depressing itself, listening to someone else word it so well is evidence of a sharing of pain. REM's Everybody Hurts is perhaps the most literal execution of this.
This is a 
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