Somewhere in between
The beginning and the end
September took the tourist
And settled in for good
You could hear the trains again
Brooklyn girls in scarves
Summer left and no one said a word
We'd open your window
Stay in your bed
All day 'til the street lights came on
[Chorus]
So what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms?
What happened to feeling cheap radio songs?
What happened to thinking the world was flat?
What happened to that?
Up on 59th street
Right before the rain
Lovers catching taxis going downtown
I'm talking to what's left of you
Watching what I say
Counting all the freckles on your perfect face
You open your window
And I stay on your bed
Just hoping that right words will come
[Chorus: x2]
Its all gone, love, it's all wrong
[Chorus]
The beginning and the end
September took the tourist
And settled in for good
You could hear the trains again
Brooklyn girls in scarves
Summer left and no one said a word
We'd open your window
Stay in your bed
All day 'til the street lights came on
[Chorus]
So what happened to bulletproof weeks in your arms?
What happened to feeling cheap radio songs?
What happened to thinking the world was flat?
What happened to that?
Up on 59th street
Right before the rain
Lovers catching taxis going downtown
I'm talking to what's left of you
Watching what I say
Counting all the freckles on your perfect face
You open your window
And I stay on your bed
Just hoping that right words will come
[Chorus: x2]
Its all gone, love, it's all wrong
[Chorus]
Lyrics submitted by raysreality
Bulletproof Weeks Lyrics as written by Troy Verges Matt Nathanson
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Incredible song. One of Matt's best. A few lines here stand out to me: "What happened to thinking the world was flat?" "I'm talking to what's left of you/watching what I say" and "just hoping the right words will come"
I think this is about finding out more about someone and realizing maybe it won't work, or realizing you love them but you're not in love with them. A lot of Matt's tunes have a theme of some sort of romantic yet melancholy realization. This one seems no different.
Or maybe they just made the mistake of asking each other how many people they'd slept with before each other. That'll always do it.