In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
The time has come for colds, and overcoats
We're quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home
Another week away, my greatest fear
I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears
If looks could really kill, then my profession would staring
Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill
Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize
that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
We won't let you in
I wrote more postcards than hooks
I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took.
Every minute is a mile
I've never felt so hallow
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles
My secrets for a buck
Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage
Yes, I am paid to spill my guts
I won't see home till spring
Oh, I would kill for the Atlanti
but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
We won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don't want what isn't ours
We won't let you in
You win.
And the coastline is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
Yes, we're silent but sure we inventened the cure
that will wash out my memories of her
"The harpoon is loaded
The cage is lowered
The water is red." Like you
We're quiet on the ride, we're all just waiting to get home
Another week away, my greatest fear
I need the smell of summer, I need its noises in my ears
If looks could really kill, then my profession would staring
Please know we do this cause we care and not for the thrill
Collect calls to home to tell them that I realize
that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
We won't let you in
I wrote more postcards than hooks
I read more maps than books
Feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took.
Every minute is a mile
I've never felt so hallow
I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles
My secrets for a buck
Watch me as I cut myself wide open on this stage
Yes, I am paid to spill my guts
I won't see home till spring
Oh, I would kill for the Atlanti
but I am paid to make girls panic while I sing
And we won't let you in
Though we're down and out
We won't let you in
And we won't let you in
We don't want what isn't ours
We won't let you in
You win.
And the coastline is quiet
While we're quietly losing control
Yes, we're silent but sure we inventened the cure
that will wash out my memories of her
"The harpoon is loaded
The cage is lowered
The water is red." Like you
Lyrics submitted by BrandNew1208, edited by Ye Olde Gangsta
I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light Lyrics as written by Jesse Lacey
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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