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.
Theres no love for the lonely
theres no apples for the hungry
no heaven for the holy
and there aint no place we're going
when we die it doesn't matter
have your fun but you won't remember
you can suffer the unimaginable
but in the end it never happened
well, my breath is strong and stinkin
from a bottle I been drinking
it's a bottle with no lable
tinted green just like the tide
in the bottom of the bottle
theres a note thats sitting floating
but the ink has taken bleeding
theres no reading its sad lines
well in this sea between us
theres a million little fishes
nameless homeless little fishes
running blind against the tide
no compass for direction
no numbers for protection
none of them would know
if another one has died
well I once fought an italian
who was over twice my size
but I was tricky I fought dirty
I gouged and scratched his eyes
and now he's blind and i'm delighted
well he'll never find a wife
hell he cannot find his shoes
he's in the middle of the night
and he cannot find his shotgun
and he cannot find his shells
and he cannot pull the trigger
and blow his brains across the walls
my loves a saint she aint
been taken blindly by her body
her mind is like a crystal
she has the hands of a raccoon
when she cries her eyes are beautiful
she fucks just like an animal
she sleeps just like an angel
when she dies she'll be a bird
Theres no love for the lonely
theres no apples for the hungry
no heaven for the holy
and there aint no place we're going
when we die it doesn't matter
have your fun but you won't remember
you can suffer the unimaginable
but in the end it never happened
theres no apples for the hungry
no heaven for the holy
and there aint no place we're going
when we die it doesn't matter
have your fun but you won't remember
you can suffer the unimaginable
but in the end it never happened
well, my breath is strong and stinkin
from a bottle I been drinking
it's a bottle with no lable
tinted green just like the tide
in the bottom of the bottle
theres a note thats sitting floating
but the ink has taken bleeding
theres no reading its sad lines
well in this sea between us
theres a million little fishes
nameless homeless little fishes
running blind against the tide
no compass for direction
no numbers for protection
none of them would know
if another one has died
well I once fought an italian
who was over twice my size
but I was tricky I fought dirty
I gouged and scratched his eyes
and now he's blind and i'm delighted
well he'll never find a wife
hell he cannot find his shoes
he's in the middle of the night
and he cannot find his shotgun
and he cannot find his shells
and he cannot pull the trigger
and blow his brains across the walls
my loves a saint she aint
been taken blindly by her body
her mind is like a crystal
she has the hands of a raccoon
when she cries her eyes are beautiful
she fucks just like an animal
she sleeps just like an angel
when she dies she'll be a bird
Theres no love for the lonely
theres no apples for the hungry
no heaven for the holy
and there aint no place we're going
when we die it doesn't matter
have your fun but you won't remember
you can suffer the unimaginable
but in the end it never happened
Lyrics submitted by Xae87
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