This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Fly high on the rug
With the ones you know
With the ones you love
With the ones you trust
Riding the van, the bus, the plane again
And hear the sound
Little air to breathe
Little work to kill
A nice table to seat
A clean pillow to dream
New streets to ride
Another place to start
It's better to break your back
Better to break your heart
I want to go wrong, if we do it
We can stop the time tonight
Bring all the bad ones
You know you got it wrong
It means we got it right
Telling lies with stars
Makin up a weird glory
Young bosom, dark lies
Twisting my touring guide
Numbers I try to resist
Through your watch they disappear
All the memories you can trust
All the voices talk to much
All the photos you've seen
War medals for someone
like me like he like she
like me like he like she
Cause you'd better break your bed
Than lay down and sleep
I want to go wrong, if we do it
We can stop the time tonight
Bring all the bad ones
You know you got it wrong
It means we got it right
How many times times times times
We had the chance
How many times times times times
We had the chance
How many times times times times
We had the chance
How many times, times times
With the ones you know
With the ones you love
With the ones you trust
Riding the van, the bus, the plane again
And hear the sound
Little air to breathe
Little work to kill
A nice table to seat
A clean pillow to dream
New streets to ride
Another place to start
It's better to break your back
Better to break your heart
I want to go wrong, if we do it
We can stop the time tonight
Bring all the bad ones
You know you got it wrong
It means we got it right
Telling lies with stars
Makin up a weird glory
Young bosom, dark lies
Twisting my touring guide
Numbers I try to resist
Through your watch they disappear
All the memories you can trust
All the voices talk to much
All the photos you've seen
War medals for someone
like me like he like she
like me like he like she
Cause you'd better break your bed
Than lay down and sleep
I want to go wrong, if we do it
We can stop the time tonight
Bring all the bad ones
You know you got it wrong
It means we got it right
How many times times times times
We had the chance
How many times times times times
We had the chance
How many times times times times
We had the chance
How many times, times times
Lyrics submitted by Franz!
Add your thoughts
Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.
Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!
More Featured Meanings
Bron-Y-Aur Stomp
Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin
Magical
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
How would you describe the feeling of being in love? For Ed Sheeran, the word is “Magical.” in HIS three-minute album opener, he makes an attempt to capture the beauty and delicacy of true love with words. He describes the magic of it all over a bright Pop song produced by Aaron Dessner.
Punchline
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran sings about missing his former partner and learning important life lessons in the process on “Punchline.” This track tells a story of battling to get rid of emotions for a former lover, whom he now realized might not have loved him the same way. He’s now caught between accepting that fact and learning life lessons from it and going back to beg her for another chance.
American Town
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran shares a short story of reconnecting with an old flame on “American Town.” The track is about a holiday Ed Sheeran spends with his countrywoman who resides in America. The two are back together after a long period apart, and get around to enjoying a bunch of fun activities while rekindling the flames of their romance.
Plastic Bag
Ed Sheeran
Ed Sheeran
“Plastic Bag” is a song about searching for an escape from personal problems and hoping to find it in the lively atmosphere of a Saturday night party. Ed Sheeran tells the story of his friend and the myriad of troubles he is going through. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it.
“I overthink and have trouble sleepin’ / All purpose gone and don’t have a reason / And there’s no doctor to stop this bleedin’ / So I left home and jumped in the deep end,” Ed Sheeran sings in verse one. He continues by adding that this person is feeling the weight of having disappointed his father and doesn’t have any friends to rely on in this difficult moment. In the second verse, Ed sings about the role of grief in his friend’s plight and his dwindling faith in prayer. “Saturday night is givin’ me a reason to rely on the strobe lights / The lifeline of a promise in a shot glass, and I’ll take that / If you’re givin’ out love from a plastic bag,” Ed sings on the chorus, as his friend turns to new vices in hopes of feeling better.
It's about life on tour.