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.
We're uneasy, two tigers in a cage,
We're pacing on our pads, in waiting,
For the time to come in reverie.
Our lazy bones ache for our dowry.
You can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
What we invented, I am now ending.
The closest thing we had to royalty,
A chance to break our parents' patterns.
We chose to keep our teenage tragedy,
In lieu of a romantic palace.
Play tender like a new born baby would.
Play tender 'til the night is over.
I'm leaving you to nurture cherished wounds,
And care for it just like your lover, yeah.
You can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
The morning's over, the day is in full swing.
I know you're busy,
But please won't you come visit me?
You are an aimless ghost,
You haunt you bag of bones.
The wolf messed with your vision.
He is sitting in your kitchen,
While you sleep tonight.
You will eat your young,
And you will act surprised.
You can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
The morning's over, the day is in full swing.
We're pacing on our pads, in waiting,
For the time to come in reverie.
Our lazy bones ache for our dowry.
You can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
What we invented, I am now ending.
The closest thing we had to royalty,
A chance to break our parents' patterns.
We chose to keep our teenage tragedy,
In lieu of a romantic palace.
Play tender like a new born baby would.
Play tender 'til the night is over.
I'm leaving you to nurture cherished wounds,
And care for it just like your lover, yeah.
You can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
The morning's over, the day is in full swing.
I know you're busy,
But please won't you come visit me?
You are an aimless ghost,
You haunt you bag of bones.
The wolf messed with your vision.
He is sitting in your kitchen,
While you sleep tonight.
You will eat your young,
And you will act surprised.
You can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Can't hold on to the thrill.
So I hope you find your will to follow through.
What we invented, I am now ending.
Hold on to who you love.
We are dry and blown like dust since we were young.
The morning's over, the day is in full swing.
Lyrics submitted by cato11087, edited by BALLxTORTURE
(Fork and Knife) Lyrics as written by Vincent Accardi Jesse Lacey
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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To "lay down the fork and knife" means to give up, or quit trying. It is sometimes used when talking about death, used much in the same way as terms such as, "kick the bucket."
But as much as I like the "laying down the fork and knife" theory, I'm pretty sure takeiteasytigers is right, it's the name of a restaurant on Long Island.
Hell, maybe he means both. I wouldn't put it past the greatest lyricist of our time.