Are you listening?
We write a thousand pages
They're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows
We're locked behind these doors
And we are never leaving
This place is part of us
And all these scenes repeating
Are cold to the touch
My hands seem to deceive me
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy
The scenery's all drawn.
They hang here from the walls dear,
Painting pictures, bleeding colors,
Blanket the windows
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
Your eyes see right through me
These fights with your arms left beside
One thing and one more says goodnight
You've got the map come get to me
These knuckles break before they bleed
Tear out these veins that own my heart
This skin that wears your lasting marks
I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me
Is this your lesson, a slight discretion
The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you
Lock the doors from inside
Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements
It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this, I won't forget
Let the walls have their say
This time the walls will have their say
No conversation, without remorse
And this television drowns the only source
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
To the staircase where you hold my heart
This place, these walls mean everything to me
We write a thousand pages
They're torn and on the floor
Headlights hammer the windows
We're locked behind these doors
And we are never leaving
This place is part of us
And all these scenes repeating
Are cold to the touch
When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy
The scenery's all drawn.
They hang here from the walls dear,
Painting pictures, bleeding colors,
Blanket the windows
Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe
Your eyes see right through me
These fights with your arms left beside
One thing and one more says goodnight
You've got the map come get to me
These knuckles break before they bleed
Tear out these veins that own my heart
This skin that wears your lasting marks
I've built these walls come get to me, come get to me
Is this your lesson, a slight discretion
The lines that keep you, the lines that sweep you
Lock the doors from inside
Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements
It leaves me breathless, I won't forget this, I won't forget
Let the walls have their say
This time the walls will have their say
And this television drowns the only source
Wake from these dreams of you in my arms
To the staircase where you hold my heart
This place, these walls mean everything to me
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I love the beginning of this song.
"Your face is so contagious, it wears announcements, it leaves me breathless, I won't forget this." <3this line
On this one there aren't even the screaming part in the beginning
Are you listening? We write a thousand pages They're torn and on the floor Headlights hammer the windows We're locked behind these doors And we are are never leaving This place is part of us And all these scenes repeating Are cold to the touch
I think this song is more vain, more personal. The beginning maps out a crime scene where the criminals take defense inside a building as their opponents wait outside. The only form of communication between the two is via written letters. It's notable that writting letters is physically non-violent. The crime scene is revealed as a metaphor in the second "stanza". The actual situation is one of the narrator and a significant other. The narrator takes harsh verbal abuse and the "walls" are a type of emotional defense that he has taken up. The point that stands is that the narrator didn't just build these walls to keep himself from the verbal abuse; the walls are like boudries that keep his relationship with this other person non-violent, such as the criminals are not physically violent in writing the letters. But it is also very important to know that these words are detramental and have much influence over the narrator. This is shown by the wripping of the pages and the breaking nuckles. So, the narrator is so effected by this influence that he hurts himself in fits of anger. As he "locks the doors from the inside" he locks himself in a place where he physically hurts himself..... To sum up that part: a guys "girlfriend" (or friend or whoever) yells at him (or hurts him in some non-violent way) and instead of reacting to his friend he gets angry and takes it out on himself. (It's kinda like when you get so mad that you punch walls or some other inanimate object.) The last paragraph basically identifies the fact that there is hope and the narrator does feel very connected to this person that causes him pain. He dreams of the day when things will be better, but at the same time he respects his situation: "this place, these walls, mean everything to me."
This song is so amazing. The first time I heard it, I fell in love with it. The band is full of really nice guys who deserve nothing but the best. I couldn't make it to one of their shows and they wrote me a note saying that they missed having me there. They are awesome!
This song, just like every other song, is left up to listener interpretation. In my opinion, this song was inspired by hearing criticism and opinions shared through a wall. As a touring band, one who I saw live many years ago in Phoenix, they inevitably stayed in a hotel room or two. I find it curious that many people who met the band say that they are really nice people. If you're hearing voices, then you let everything slide. Why bring attention to your mental health? But when you realize the voices are in fact real and they're spending too much time focusing on you, entire days even... Then you need to say something that you know they will listen to. "Are you listening?" "Words without remorse." I'm sure the band is comprised of nice people. However, if one crosses a line it's okay to deviate from a normal tone into one that will grab the listener's (listeners') attention. A lot of people are nice and good. But a few out there have a frightening side to them. A mean, honest, side that makes people cry. To the point where the words alone are scary enough to lock doors from the inside. Let alone breaking "knuckles before they bleed." "Come get to me." You know where I am. You know what I do. "Let the walls have their say." The comments through the walls were given ample time to become self aware. They chose not to. "This place. These walls." "Everything to me."
this was the first emery song i heard and it turned me into a fan. i had read earlier that day that the used didn't want to make another screamo record. i was so sad. than i d/l this song and wala. i got what i wanted.
who ever put in the lyrics forgot the best part of the song. The screaming in the beginning and those lyrics are amazing. This band is awesome
^^ yeah i was looking for the beginning as well
hmmm.. i thought the whole point of the site is figuring out what the song means. hint the name.
yeah but its ok if you just wanna post comments. I mean, it does say: Add you comments and not add your meaning.
Such a twat.
Such a twat.