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.
We fucked our ears
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
The redder, the better
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, and reserve, refuse these things
'Cause it's time to sing!
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
Here we go!
I pray and bleed with a frozen smile
Echoes of heartache are not with me
Emotions shed in different times
Crashed at this opportunity
I feel sorry for these walls
'Cause if they could talk they surely would
Hear 'em out, tear 'em down.
Hear 'em out, tear 'em down.
What stops us from doing that which we love?
Social convention can take off
Fired hearts, and a little faith...
We are the fired hearts!
I can feel hopeless and bitter
As can anyone that I know
Not yet, here it's a waste of time
I've got something inside, can't let it go
I scream until it hurts
I know somewhere somone's screaming it worse
And I smile knowing here is where it collides
Here we dont have to hide
What stops us from doing that which we love?
Social convention can take off
Fired hearts, and a little faith...
We are the fired hearts!
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
We fucked our ears
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
The redder, the better!
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, reserve, refuse these things
We fucked our ears
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
The redder, the better
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, reserve - refuse these things
'Cause it's time to sing...
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
The redder, the better
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, and reserve, refuse these things
'Cause it's time to sing!
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
Here we go!
I pray and bleed with a frozen smile
Echoes of heartache are not with me
Emotions shed in different times
Crashed at this opportunity
I feel sorry for these walls
'Cause if they could talk they surely would
Hear 'em out, tear 'em down.
Hear 'em out, tear 'em down.
What stops us from doing that which we love?
Social convention can take off
Fired hearts, and a little faith...
We are the fired hearts!
I can feel hopeless and bitter
As can anyone that I know
Not yet, here it's a waste of time
I've got something inside, can't let it go
I scream until it hurts
I know somewhere somone's screaming it worse
And I smile knowing here is where it collides
Here we dont have to hide
What stops us from doing that which we love?
Social convention can take off
Fired hearts, and a little faith...
We are the fired hearts!
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
Woah...
We fucked our ears
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
The redder, the better!
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, reserve, refuse these things
We fucked our ears
We fucked our throats
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
The redder, the better
Lose your voice and make it hurt
Reluctance, reserve - refuse these things
'Cause it's time to sing...
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