Imagine that, for some reason, you had to make a phone call to Hell. You go through the automated menu, and after pressing numbers for this, that and the other, you finally reach the demon receptionist and ask to talk to Satan. She puts you on hold, and after the usual bs about how your call is important to us, this song comes on. Over and over again. For all eternity.
I’m sure Celene Dion is a very lovely person and all, but her voice is like nails on a chalkboard to me. And there was no escaping this song, no matter how hard you tried. Her heart may go on and on, and so does this song.