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.
Removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill
I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will
How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit winter's night
I lost all that I ever was while locked within their sight
Before you sits a broken man, your fragile pinkish heart in hand
Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind
I sew the gaping chestwork, each thread is made with love
The bosom where I would rest my face is covered in your blood
No
This is not the end
You'll live on eternally
Oh
Lord it's not the end
My secret you'll forever be
I interrupt this transformation,
A familiar lust swelling in me
A long and soulful kiss
the shades are drawn
the living world can't see
The coil of entrails
how curious the smell
so pungent to my eager nostrils
Hands further compelled
No
It's not the end
Forever you'll be in my arms
I could never let you go
My darling, cold and blue
I wonder are you dreaming still
Spread eagled, blood removed
I weave the sucking trocar
Beaneath your bruising skin
Tonigh I'll lay beside you darling
In necromantic sin
Pinned to the bed sheets like a prized butterflyy you're mine
I hear your voice, so precious, echoing deeply inside
I did my best to love you while you did live and breathe
This tender taxidermy trophy of the bereaved
I could never let you go
My darling, cold and blue
I wonder are you dreaming still
Spread eagled, blood removed
I weave the sucking trocar
Beaneath your bruising skin
Tonigh I'll lay beside you darling
In necromantic sin
I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will
How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit winter's night
I lost all that I ever was while locked within their sight
Before you sits a broken man, your fragile pinkish heart in hand
Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind
I sew the gaping chestwork, each thread is made with love
The bosom where I would rest my face is covered in your blood
No
This is not the end
You'll live on eternally
Oh
Lord it's not the end
My secret you'll forever be
I interrupt this transformation,
A familiar lust swelling in me
A long and soulful kiss
the shades are drawn
the living world can't see
The coil of entrails
how curious the smell
so pungent to my eager nostrils
Hands further compelled
No
It's not the end
Forever you'll be in my arms
I could never let you go
My darling, cold and blue
I wonder are you dreaming still
Spread eagled, blood removed
I weave the sucking trocar
Beaneath your bruising skin
Tonigh I'll lay beside you darling
In necromantic sin
Pinned to the bed sheets like a prized butterflyy you're mine
I hear your voice, so precious, echoing deeply inside
I did my best to love you while you did live and breathe
This tender taxidermy trophy of the bereaved
I could never let you go
My darling, cold and blue
I wonder are you dreaming still
Spread eagled, blood removed
I weave the sucking trocar
Beaneath your bruising skin
Tonigh I'll lay beside you darling
In necromantic sin
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Good job thinking outside the box!