Standing on the corner
Plastic cup in her hand
Standing on the corner
Saving for some gin
Don't need to ask where she's been or what's up
She'll gladly tell you about the life she had
Before she had the cup
Standing by the window
Glass of milk in his hand
Standing by the window
Glass of milk in his hand
What could I have done what could I have said
Broken glass spilled milk lying on the floor looking dead
Window pain
Cutting through the rain looks so easy
Frame by frame
Looking for a name to claim on a breezy afternoon
And the ends coming soon
And the ends coming soon
So many people hold a cup
So many die drinking milk in front of a window
I once knew a woman who got in the way
Of the intentions of a windy day
Listen,
Don't hold a cup in any season
Don't' make me choose between rhyme or reason
Don't drink that milk in front of that window
You might as well blame it on the will that the wind chose
Window pain
Cutting through the rain looks so easy
Frame by frame
Looking for a name to claim on a breezy afternoon
And the ends coming soon
And the ends coming soon
Plastic cup in her hand
Standing on the corner
Saving for some gin
Don't need to ask where she's been or what's up
She'll gladly tell you about the life she had
Before she had the cup
Standing by the window
Glass of milk in his hand
Standing by the window
Glass of milk in his hand
What could I have done what could I have said
Broken glass spilled milk lying on the floor looking dead
Window pain
Cutting through the rain looks so easy
Frame by frame
Looking for a name to claim on a breezy afternoon
And the ends coming soon
And the ends coming soon
So many people hold a cup
So many die drinking milk in front of a window
I once knew a woman who got in the way
Of the intentions of a windy day
Listen,
Don't hold a cup in any season
Don't' make me choose between rhyme or reason
Don't drink that milk in front of that window
You might as well blame it on the will that the wind chose
Window pain
Cutting through the rain looks so easy
Frame by frame
Looking for a name to claim on a breezy afternoon
And the ends coming soon
And the ends coming soon
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Somewhat coincidentally, the shattered glass from the window flew through the air, and the shooting claimed yet another life as the glass cut through the rain, and killed a woman who had got in the way of the intentions of the wind.
This song obviously deals with the idea of fate, and how certain things are completely inescapable and completely unpredictable. Bad things happen, and sometimes there is nothing we can do to prevent them, they just happen by the winds of chance. No one is to really be blamed, save for maybe the will that the wind chose.
So does anyone know why it's called 11:11?
11:11, and any time of day of the sorts (3:33, 5:55, 12:12, etc.) commonly is a "wishing" time, if you believe in that sort of superstition, so it would make sense that a story about fate and unpredictablility is entitled accordingly.
It's almost as if the odds of a such a situation actually occuring (that is, what fiddlehacks explained) are as whimsical as that symmetry superstition, or perhaps even the intentions of the wind.