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.
The Torture
Hey baby girl
Save your poetry
Keep your poems and cheer to yourself
I'm not asking that every day be sunny
I'm not asking that there be a party every Friday
Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness
If you're crying with dry eyes
Speaking about her
Oh, my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying a word
Oh, my love, losing you was torture
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
I can't ask winter to spare a rose bush
I can't ask an elm tree to bear pears
I can't ask the eternal of a mere mortal
And go about casting thousands of pearls before swine
Oh, my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you no longer trust my promises
Oh, my love, losing you has been torture
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
Listen, baby, don't you go
Listen, baby, don't get angry
From Monday to Friday you have my love
Give Saturday to me and you'll be better off
Listen, baby, don't punish me anymore
Without you, out there I have no peace
I'm just a repentant man
I'm the bird that returns to it's nest
I know I haven't been a saint
And I'm not made of stone
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Oh, after all I've done for you
It was such a torture to lose you
It hurts me so that it's like this
Keep on crying sorry
I...
I'm not going
To cry over you
Hey baby girl
Save your poetry
Keep your poems and cheer to yourself
I'm not asking that every day be sunny
I'm not asking that there be a party every Friday
Nor do I ask you to come back begging forgiveness
If you're crying with dry eyes
Speaking about her
Oh, my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you left without saying a word
Oh, my love, losing you was torture
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
I can't ask winter to spare a rose bush
I can't ask an elm tree to bear pears
I can't ask the eternal of a mere mortal
And go about casting thousands of pearls before swine
Oh, my love, it hurts so much
It hurts so much
That you no longer trust my promises
Oh, my love, losing you has been torture
I know I haven't been a saint
But I can make it up to you
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Better save that for yourself
Take that bone to some other dog
And let's say goodbye
Listen, baby, don't you go
Listen, baby, don't get angry
From Monday to Friday you have my love
Give Saturday to me and you'll be better off
Listen, baby, don't punish me anymore
Without you, out there I have no peace
I'm just a repentant man
I'm the bird that returns to it's nest
I know I haven't been a saint
And I'm not made of stone
Man doesn't live on bread alone
Nor do I live on excuses
We only learn from mistakes
And today I know my heart is yours
Oh, after all I've done for you
It was such a torture to lose you
It hurts me so that it's like this
Keep on crying sorry
I...
I'm not going
To cry over you
Lyrics submitted by MrReallyBigBadMan
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