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.
I never thought a moment spoke so well
As the second you when you tried
Stumbling over the telephone ringing
Looking for your voice on the line
There was an orange lipped girl with her knees crossed
Sitting on the carpetted coal
She was holding onto the money
And I was doing what I was told
There was an undercover cop
Parked right across the road
Step away from the window
You better move slow
Yeah, I was only there for a minute, I swear
I know he can't see me or
Doesn't even care
I hate pretending I'm like you
So let's cut out the scars
Hanging all the lions on the floor
Searching through the piles of dust
Filling all the pockets
There was an undercover cop
Parked right across the road
Step away from the window
You better move slow
Yeah, I was only there for a minute, I swear
I know he can't see me or
Doesn't even care
This is just what it was like
And for one kiss
'Cause I was just along for the ride
Do you believe him, Love
In the art of persuasion?
There was an undercover cop
Parked right across the road
He's looking right at me, I think we'd better go
Yeah, I'm headed for the door and reaching for the light
We look like we just got here, but we've been here all night
As the second you when you tried
Stumbling over the telephone ringing
Looking for your voice on the line
There was an orange lipped girl with her knees crossed
Sitting on the carpetted coal
She was holding onto the money
And I was doing what I was told
There was an undercover cop
Parked right across the road
Step away from the window
You better move slow
Yeah, I was only there for a minute, I swear
I know he can't see me or
Doesn't even care
I hate pretending I'm like you
So let's cut out the scars
Hanging all the lions on the floor
Searching through the piles of dust
Filling all the pockets
There was an undercover cop
Parked right across the road
Step away from the window
You better move slow
Yeah, I was only there for a minute, I swear
I know he can't see me or
Doesn't even care
This is just what it was like
And for one kiss
'Cause I was just along for the ride
Do you believe him, Love
In the art of persuasion?
There was an undercover cop
Parked right across the road
He's looking right at me, I think we'd better go
Yeah, I'm headed for the door and reaching for the light
We look like we just got here, but we've been here all night
Lyrics submitted by RaineBM1185
I Hate Pretending Lyrics as written by Secret Machines
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