@scaredycat: This definitely feels like Christmastime. You could easily fit praises for Jesus into the melody, and it could catch on.
As for the lyrics...
This is a ghost singing.
I think this song is--as a continuation of the song Walking down the Hill, which is to me about mortality--a perfect prologue. The different stanzas seem like they refer to memories: to education in an traditional Catholic school with the abusive teachers, first, then to distant relatives (distant in their behaviours, not genealogy, I mean), and lastly to a funeral--one's own. It's just a vignette of a person's life, and Healy just takes to crooning about despair and then-unneeded anxieties. Of course, this is all opinion.
@scaredycat: This definitely feels like Christmastime. You could easily fit praises for Jesus into the melody, and it could catch on.
As for the lyrics...
This is a ghost singing.
I think this song is--as a continuation of the song Walking down the Hill, which is to me about mortality--a perfect prologue. The different stanzas seem like they refer to memories: to education in an traditional Catholic school with the abusive teachers, first, then to distant relatives (distant in their behaviours, not genealogy, I mean), and lastly to a funeral--one's own. It's just a vignette of a person's life, and Healy just takes to crooning about despair and then-unneeded anxieties. Of course, this is all opinion.
Oops, make that epilogue*.
Oops, make that epilogue*.