This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive.
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine.
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And that's blame me and I'll blame you, and we're both right.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
Cutting cat faces in the pines
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
They say his teeth are wood and they want my pictures of him.
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
We're wood screws, all of our lives
(We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives
(We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up
(And i lay down with the southern range)
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust.
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
I picture you as if you were a pine.
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.
(My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive)
We're wood screws, all of our lives.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives.
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)
Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
And I lay down with the southern range.
(I lay down with the southern range) x10
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine.
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And that's blame me and I'll blame you, and we're both right.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
Cutting cat faces in the pines
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
They say his teeth are wood and they want my pictures of him.
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up.
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
We're wood screws, all of our lives
(We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives
(We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up
(And i lay down with the southern range)
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust.
(Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
I picture you as if you were a pine.
(Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.
(My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive)
We're wood screws, all of our lives.
(Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives.
(Mark the path back to the point of departure)
Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive.
(Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
And I lay down with the southern range.
(I lay down with the southern range) x10
Lyrics submitted by quietwar
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The Catface section of the Florida Trail is named for the "catfaces" cut into the trunks of many of the pines in this section of the forest. These are the result of turpentine farming. In the early 19th century, the demand for turpentine and its extracted byproducts was extremely high. Known as "naval stores," the sap from long-leaf pines was used to manufacture everything from ship caulking to crayons.
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I think this is more accurate:
My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive.
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
My eyes wake up but my brain is sleeping fine. (Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
One more thing for you and i to do before we shut our eyes (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And that's blame me and I'll blame you, and we're both right. (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
Cutting cat faces in the pines (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
They say his teeth are wood and they want my pictures of him. (Mark the path back to the point of departure)
The rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up. (Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
We're wood screws, all of our lives (We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives (We're wood screws, all of our lives)
And the rain hits the ground and the trees they dry it up (And i lay down with the southern range)
My chain hits the wood and the wood it turns to dust. (Swallows drop in and dash the sky)
I picture you as if you were a pine. (Tracing lines of cursive on the horizon)
My heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. (My heart's stopped pumpin but my blood is still alive)
We're wood screws, all of our lives. (Cutting cat faces in the pines)
And we're wood screws, all of our lives. (Mark the path back to the point of departure)
Well my heart's stopped pumping but my blood is still alive. (Two by two and four by four the pines they lay down)
And I lay down with the southern range. (I lay down with the southern range) x10
Ok. I've edited the original lyrics, thank you for this.
I think so far the comments are dead on. But the pines are us, and vice versa. Also, the historical icon who has wooden teeth is George Washington, so I would imagine the "pictures of him" means $$$$.
I just found out what "Cat Faces" are:
"Repeated fires would scar the exposed wood, and the bark along the scar’s edges would form into a pattern resembling a Gothic arch. Known as “cat faces,” these scars have been analyzed to develop a history of pre-settlement fire cycles."