This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
It's time to jumpstart this party, wage a war on the authority of society's majority that's harboring a pejorative
underestimation of our predestination to fall flat on our faces in this cage of moderation that they lay at our feet in the street.
If you can't see it, you're knee-deep in the snare, sitting there in your chair.
Get up! Get your share of today!
Tear away, anywhere that they say you should be, stay away 'cause believe it or not, believers have got to be walking around in a world that's not known to be receptive but deceptive except for several agents of another world, aliens from another world, strangers to this fallen world, making way for the maker of a better world.
Take me to another world, making me a stranger no more, estranging me from the war.
No, no, no! I'm not wasting my time.
To the pilgrims, why don't you come to the feast and eat the beast at least to get out of the storm for a piece.
Now grace and peace be to the people who are seeking to see, believing to be beneath the bloody nails in the tree.
As they wander the streets and greet the people the meet, beneath their feet the fire's screaming, but they can't even feel it 'cause they're wearing the shield.
They know their covenant's sealed by the blood of the sweetest, prettiest lamb in the field, and they know it's real and they feel like their stealing home.
You know however low you go that you can always go home, like in the letter to Rome or in the book of the poems, it shows we're so below zero on the totem pole you know we're holding onto perfection, walking another direction.
Just a suggestion: give this section your undivided attention.
No, no, no? I'm not wasting my time.
Out of the shadows as are all our days on the earth, it's worth its weight in gold to wait and hold to promises perfect.
A servant who deserves no mercy but persecution and sentence on his knees in repentance for evil lurking within him is turning and walking a road.
He doesn't know where it goes.
He just follows and knows someone is calling him home.
All roads are leading to Rome except for this one he's on, and he's a stranger out of danger of the wages of wrong, and this world of hurting, perverted, deserting, should never unnerve the unworthy who burn in a needing to serve He who never deserts the person in need who believes in the word of the architect.
Let me genuflect in your general direction.
Let me introspectively soul inspect and redirect my steps.
Resurrect in me a need to be at rest in the peace that freely reigns over nations in patience, waiting, so plainly stating the way to be safe from these crazy games that they're playing.
I'm saying, stranger, it's raining, but don't dismay 'cause that's changing.
The Ancient of days is reigning, taking names, and He's saying
No, no, no? I'm not wasting my time.
underestimation of our predestination to fall flat on our faces in this cage of moderation that they lay at our feet in the street.
If you can't see it, you're knee-deep in the snare, sitting there in your chair.
Get up! Get your share of today!
Tear away, anywhere that they say you should be, stay away 'cause believe it or not, believers have got to be walking around in a world that's not known to be receptive but deceptive except for several agents of another world, aliens from another world, strangers to this fallen world, making way for the maker of a better world.
Take me to another world, making me a stranger no more, estranging me from the war.
No, no, no! I'm not wasting my time.
To the pilgrims, why don't you come to the feast and eat the beast at least to get out of the storm for a piece.
Now grace and peace be to the people who are seeking to see, believing to be beneath the bloody nails in the tree.
As they wander the streets and greet the people the meet, beneath their feet the fire's screaming, but they can't even feel it 'cause they're wearing the shield.
They know their covenant's sealed by the blood of the sweetest, prettiest lamb in the field, and they know it's real and they feel like their stealing home.
You know however low you go that you can always go home, like in the letter to Rome or in the book of the poems, it shows we're so below zero on the totem pole you know we're holding onto perfection, walking another direction.
Just a suggestion: give this section your undivided attention.
No, no, no? I'm not wasting my time.
Out of the shadows as are all our days on the earth, it's worth its weight in gold to wait and hold to promises perfect.
A servant who deserves no mercy but persecution and sentence on his knees in repentance for evil lurking within him is turning and walking a road.
He doesn't know where it goes.
He just follows and knows someone is calling him home.
All roads are leading to Rome except for this one he's on, and he's a stranger out of danger of the wages of wrong, and this world of hurting, perverted, deserting, should never unnerve the unworthy who burn in a needing to serve He who never deserts the person in need who believes in the word of the architect.
Let me genuflect in your general direction.
Let me introspectively soul inspect and redirect my steps.
Resurrect in me a need to be at rest in the peace that freely reigns over nations in patience, waiting, so plainly stating the way to be safe from these crazy games that they're playing.
I'm saying, stranger, it's raining, but don't dismay 'cause that's changing.
The Ancient of days is reigning, taking names, and He's saying
No, no, no? I'm not wasting my time.
Lyrics submitted by BlueAndStarry
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