| Silversun Pickups – Dream at Tempo 119 Lyrics | 14 years ago |
| Funnily enough, just when you said that this song sort of parallels that Shakespearean quote, the part "I held onto the one with splintered clothes" reminded me of this random line from a poem Shakespeare wrote once called "Sad Cypress", where the speaker goes "my shroud of white, stuck all with yew [thus making me think of that person with tree? splinters stuck all over his clothing]/ oh prepare it, my part of death no one so true did share it". So it kind of felt like in the midst of everything, he tried to grab someone to save him, only to realise that it was himself he was reaching out for. | |
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