Overall about difficult moments of disappointment and vulnerability. Having hope and longing, while remaining optimistic for the future. Encourages the belief that with each new morning there is a chance for things to improve.
The chorus offers a glimmer of optimism and a chance at a resolution and redemption in the future.
Captures the rollercoaster of emotions of feeling lost while loving someone who is not there for you, feeling let down and abandoned while waiting for a lover. Lost with no direction, "Now I'm up in the air with the rain in my hair, Nowhere to go, I can go anywhere"
The bridge shows signs of longing and a plea for companionship. The Lyrics express a desire for authentic connection and the importance of Loving someone just as they are. "Just in passing, I'm not asking. That you be anyone but you”
Oh my love is that a vulture?
Don't tell me it's a vulture
Standing beside you
Do you see your own face in his eyes?
Do you see him like I do?
I used to be that, when you said you believed it,
I would believe it too.
It used to be that, when you said you were leaving,
I'd want to follow you,
But never where the dogs bark
And I remember praying at the dinner table
For you to come around,
Maybe pat me on the back,
When you're able
Now I've a dream of you with half a face
And you take me to a rooftop and skin me,
Come on, Abel, are you going to skin me?
And use it as a mask to keep you in the dark,
When the shadow of the moon won't do,
Because on you, the moon is but a pearl,
Stolen from your mother's bedside,
The day you came into the world.
And still now I can hear the dogs bark.
And I remember praying at the dinner table,
For you to come around,
Maybe pat me on the back
When you're able
Whole cities light up,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
So I stay waiting,
Laying on the dinner table,
Waiting for you to hurt me
Come on, Abel, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me.
Come on, Abel, cut me, cut me, serve me ('round the table).
And now it's laying on the table, waiting for you on the table
To carve it up and watch the spray go across the river-bed,
And sweet aromas fill the halls from all the bodies that came before
And that's the body I swear that's the body
I remember, was laying on the dinner table
When you came around, said, "You'll be doing fine when you're able."
Oh whole cities light up,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
So I stay waiting, laying on the dinner table.
Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me,
Cut me, cut me, serve me.
Don't tell me it's a vulture
Standing beside you
Do you see your own face in his eyes?
Do you see him like I do?
I used to be that, when you said you believed it,
I would believe it too.
It used to be that, when you said you were leaving,
I'd want to follow you,
But never where the dogs bark
And I remember praying at the dinner table
For you to come around,
Maybe pat me on the back,
When you're able
Now I've a dream of you with half a face
And you take me to a rooftop and skin me,
Come on, Abel, are you going to skin me?
And use it as a mask to keep you in the dark,
When the shadow of the moon won't do,
Because on you, the moon is but a pearl,
Stolen from your mother's bedside,
The day you came into the world.
And still now I can hear the dogs bark.
And I remember praying at the dinner table,
For you to come around,
Maybe pat me on the back
When you're able
Whole cities light up,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
So I stay waiting,
Laying on the dinner table,
Waiting for you to hurt me
Come on, Abel, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me.
Come on, Abel, cut me, cut me, serve me ('round the table).
And now it's laying on the table, waiting for you on the table
To carve it up and watch the spray go across the river-bed,
And sweet aromas fill the halls from all the bodies that came before
And that's the body I swear that's the body
I remember, was laying on the dinner table
When you came around, said, "You'll be doing fine when you're able."
Oh whole cities light up,
But nothing can compare to you, baby.
So I stay waiting, laying on the dinner table.
Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me,
Cut me, cut me, serve me.
Lyrics submitted by orangeplastic, edited by culprit
Hurt Me Lyrics as written by Samuel Lockwood Nik Kaloper
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Being that I would give these lyrics to the love of my life as the perfect depiction of the way we were/are, I obviously don't think this song is about a sibling....whatsoever lol. First of all, she calls him "love" and "baby". I don't know about you, but I have NEVER called my brother love or baby. And secondly, when she speaks of his mother, she clearly says "your" mother, not our mother.
To me, this song is about love that has gone awry and even though she knows he's bad (from the "vulture" and "Abel" references) and has probably ended the relationship with him (by not following him to where the dogs bark), she still finds herself waiting for him, waiting for him to show up, to come around--To give her any kind of acknowledgement--knowing full well that she may end up skinned again. She offers herself up regardless and simply waits for him to come around. Waits for him to serve her, to cut her, to hurt her, because nothing, not even an entire city lighting up, has been able to compare to him.
Now if that's the way you're supposed to love a brother (wtf?), boy have I been doing it wrong! :s
I really like this interpretation! :D