I heard these three songs in a sequence and found a pattern and thought it nice. I loved all three, but best of the lot is obviously Sam Smith’s one.
Let me end this with my favorite Khalil Gibran’s quotes which almost resembles the theme of these three songs.
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.