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A Widow's Toast Lyrics
Specters move like pilot flames
Their widows toast at st. angel
Better times collide with now
The tears were warm, I feel them still
Their heat to vapor and disperse
And cloud our eyes with weary glaze
You raise your glass and may exclaim:
"I'll put my hands on the truth, by god!"
But it's faster, love, than you and me
Faster than the speed of gravity
That's how it catches you from falling
And how it always slips away
Specters move like pilot flames
Their widows toast at st. angel
Better times collide with now
And better times, and better times
Are coming still
Their widows toast at st. angel
Better times collide with now
The tears were warm, I feel them still
Their heat to vapor and disperse
And cloud our eyes with weary glaze
"I'll put my hands on the truth, by god!"
But it's faster, love, than you and me
Faster than the speed of gravity
That's how it catches you from falling
And how it always slips away
Their widows toast at st. angel
Better times collide with now
And better times, and better times
Are coming still
Song Info
Copyright
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer
Neko Case
Duration
1:36
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delial On Mar 11, 2006
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I agree it's about intangibles, but maybe instead of memories, it's more about never being able to capture the perfect moment: "better things" are always either right before or right after "now."
I can't believe no on has commented this song! I think it's the prettiest on the whole album.
I believe it's talking about how intangible things (ie, memories) ted to be elusive and dissapear quickly from our minds.
yah I agree. That haunting strumming keeps moving me to tears.
It's a song about loss.
The specter of the person she lost is a pilot flame to her very being. She feels the hope of each new day being better but is still lost in the sorrow of her lost, because she refuses to believe that these can be better times when that person is gone. She illustrates this with her description of the tears. The widows are toasting, and one raises her glass and vows to find the truth again. But the next line refuses to believe that you can find the truth again. It goes faster than you. Faster than gravity, which paints the picture of it going while you attempt to move. The truth also serves as a synonym for love, because you see the truth when you fall in love, but it always slips away.The chorus ends with the hopeful note of "better times are coming still". The specter will move like a pilot flame and drive them on to better times.