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.
The belle of St. Mark was a frail but a passionate creature
Ebony hair and eyes of deep blue-green
The belle of St. Mark wore clothes that belonged to his father
Even though he was only seventeen
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
You can tell from expressions that he makes public
That he suffers from a badly broken heart
He smiles as he feeds the afternoon pigeons
But he cries as he walks the night streets of St. Mark
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
The belle of St. Mark he don't talk to strangers
He's so mysterious
His erotic persuasion provokes me like no other man
The fire I have for him is undoubtedly serious
I must make him see that he needs love to forget
And if anyone can help him, I can
I can help
I can help you
His Paris hair it blows in the warm Parisian air
It blows whenever his Paris hair is there
The woman who hurt him surely must have trouble sleeping
'Cause the belle of St. Mark is a beauty extraordinaire
Oh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark.
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark.
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
But if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
And if he does- I'll die
Ebony hair and eyes of deep blue-green
The belle of St. Mark wore clothes that belonged to his father
Even though he was only seventeen
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
You can tell from expressions that he makes public
That he suffers from a badly broken heart
He smiles as he feeds the afternoon pigeons
But he cries as he walks the night streets of St. Mark
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
The belle of St. Mark he don't talk to strangers
He's so mysterious
His erotic persuasion provokes me like no other man
The fire I have for him is undoubtedly serious
I must make him see that he needs love to forget
And if anyone can help him, I can
I can help
I can help you
His Paris hair it blows in the warm Parisian air
It blows whenever his Paris hair is there
The woman who hurt him surely must have trouble sleeping
'Cause the belle of St. Mark is a beauty extraordinaire
Oh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark.
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark.
It tears me apart whenever I hear him cry
Ooh, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
With the belle of St. Mark
And if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
But if he doesn't love me I think I'll probably die
And if he does- I'll die
Lyrics submitted by Iantuition
The Belle of St. Mark Lyrics as written by Prince Rogers Nelson
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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