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.
Wait until they send your son home in a box
See if you're dancing when water is everywhere
Anguish is endless but deaths unambiguous
Wave as it carries him off
And pose while it fits you in hospital gowns
Flirt with the men dressed in white
Slip into bed with the fire that consumes our house
Sing on your surveillance tape
Smile in your autopsy photo for once
Phone up the boys that have buried your bones
Where do you get off loving life?
As if it's done any of us any good, oh
You're going to wish you were me
When the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves
And you're standing on the edge holding a rose
Dead where we stand
And you concern yourself with such things
As your status and what's in fashion
Don't say you can't be this bothered
Death becomes us all, you've got some nerve
Having hope in this ghost town port of call
Someday your insides will turn themselves out
Tell me what purpose our efforts have served
When we end up in the ground
More acts will follow the roles we have played
And everything loved will expire
I've seen it all and I'm worse off because of it
Good men have died in my arms
I've been everywhere yet we'll end up at the same depth
What's the point?
You're gonna wish you were me
When the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves
And you're are standing on the edge holding a rose
Standing on the edge holding a rose
Don't say you can't be this bothered
Death becomes us all, you've got some nerve
Having hope in this ghost town port of call
There's nothing to see here and nothing gazes back at me
There's nothing to see here and that nothing looks back at us
There's nothing to see here and nothing gazes back at me
There's nothing to see here and that nothing looks back at us
See if you're dancing when water is everywhere
Anguish is endless but deaths unambiguous
Wave as it carries him off
And pose while it fits you in hospital gowns
Flirt with the men dressed in white
Slip into bed with the fire that consumes our house
Sing on your surveillance tape
Smile in your autopsy photo for once
Phone up the boys that have buried your bones
Where do you get off loving life?
As if it's done any of us any good, oh
You're going to wish you were me
When the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves
And you're standing on the edge holding a rose
Dead where we stand
And you concern yourself with such things
As your status and what's in fashion
Don't say you can't be this bothered
Death becomes us all, you've got some nerve
Having hope in this ghost town port of call
Someday your insides will turn themselves out
Tell me what purpose our efforts have served
When we end up in the ground
More acts will follow the roles we have played
And everything loved will expire
I've seen it all and I'm worse off because of it
Good men have died in my arms
I've been everywhere yet we'll end up at the same depth
What's the point?
You're gonna wish you were me
When the unsuspecting are dragged to their graves
And you're are standing on the edge holding a rose
Standing on the edge holding a rose
Don't say you can't be this bothered
Death becomes us all, you've got some nerve
Having hope in this ghost town port of call
There's nothing to see here and nothing gazes back at me
There's nothing to see here and that nothing looks back at us
There's nothing to see here and nothing gazes back at me
There's nothing to see here and that nothing looks back at us
Lyrics submitted by Twobucktin
Who Invited the Russian Soldier? Lyrics as written by Jordan Buckley Andy Williams
Lyrics © MOTHERSHIP MUSIC PUBLISHING
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