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.
Inside the wave
Inside the wave
Coming from behind the wall
Coming from beneath the floor
Coming from behind the wall
Coming from beneath the floor
Suddenly I hear the sound (The walls close in around me.)
Coming from behind the wall (Old habits fade far from me.)
Suddenly a door appears (The ceiling falls about me)
Coming from beneath the floor (and the sky is open to me now.)
But my hands are tied
and the ropes are tight around my wrist.
Steadily we climb again (Makes me sick. Think to hard on the other side.)
Step into a hidden room (Can't stare too long at the softest light)
Searchin' for another out (Old wounds get infected by the)
Found a tunnel heading down (Heat of an oven gone cold too long)
Suddenly I hear the sound (Get my mind off the pain with the medicine)
Coming from behind the wall (Just the idea of a thought brings it round again)
Suddenly a light appears (Get my mind off the pain. Off the pain.)
Rapidly some something nears... (Get my mind off the pain. Off the pain.)
But my hands are tied
and the ropes are tight around my wrist.
Bucket and a shovel
On a sand dune.
Building castles.
Knocking them down
Wading too far
Out of my sight.
Gonna work me over
For a misdemeanor
In too long.
Out of bed.
Way too slow.
In a found cut scene from an empty film.
The walls close in around me.
Old habits fade far from me.
The ceiling falls about me
but the sky is open to me now.
Bucket and a shovel
On a sand dune.
Building castles. (But my hands are tied)
Knocking them down
Wading too far
Out of my sight.
Gonna work me over
For a misdemeanor (and the ropes are tight around my wrist.)
In too long.
Out of bed.
Way too slow.
Forever wishing someone near the goal
Forever pushing sisiphus would know
Forever wasting promise as it goes
Forensics show a summer in the hole, buddy
Hands from the sky
Rip me open
(Suffer begin)
Inside the wave
Coming from behind the wall
Coming from beneath the floor
Coming from behind the wall
Coming from beneath the floor
Suddenly I hear the sound (The walls close in around me.)
Coming from behind the wall (Old habits fade far from me.)
Suddenly a door appears (The ceiling falls about me)
Coming from beneath the floor (and the sky is open to me now.)
But my hands are tied
and the ropes are tight around my wrist.
Steadily we climb again (Makes me sick. Think to hard on the other side.)
Step into a hidden room (Can't stare too long at the softest light)
Searchin' for another out (Old wounds get infected by the)
Found a tunnel heading down (Heat of an oven gone cold too long)
Suddenly I hear the sound (Get my mind off the pain with the medicine)
Coming from behind the wall (Just the idea of a thought brings it round again)
Suddenly a light appears (Get my mind off the pain. Off the pain.)
Rapidly some something nears... (Get my mind off the pain. Off the pain.)
But my hands are tied
and the ropes are tight around my wrist.
Bucket and a shovel
On a sand dune.
Building castles.
Knocking them down
Wading too far
Out of my sight.
Gonna work me over
For a misdemeanor
In too long.
Out of bed.
Way too slow.
In a found cut scene from an empty film.
The walls close in around me.
Old habits fade far from me.
The ceiling falls about me
but the sky is open to me now.
Bucket and a shovel
On a sand dune.
Building castles. (But my hands are tied)
Knocking them down
Wading too far
Out of my sight.
Gonna work me over
For a misdemeanor (and the ropes are tight around my wrist.)
In too long.
Out of bed.
Way too slow.
Forever wishing someone near the goal
Forever pushing sisiphus would know
Forever wasting promise as it goes
Forensics show a summer in the hole, buddy
Hands from the sky
Rip me open
(Suffer begin)
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