Fall down the stairs
It's been a long time since
I got my hands on your teenage poems
It's the only poison that I like
I'm throwing rocks at broken windows
Picking locks with footprints from the snow
And I don't believe you live in a library
(That sails the sea)
Sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea
(like the girls told me)
My little bird flew away from me
She made her home in a poor country
You're breaking branches
on your way down
Just some one new
to throw your arms around
The next time I wake up, I want it to be
In a rabbit hole to the sound of you
(making coffee)
With the warm, salty sea
Its waves crashing over me
Look what you've done
You punched a hole in the sun
(Now it won't shine)
Look what you've done
You punched a hole in the sun
(How did you know it was I?)
Look what you've done
You punched a hole in the sun
And now it won't shine for anyone
It's been a long time since
I got my hands on your teenage poems
It's the only poison that I like
Picking locks with footprints from the snow
(That sails the sea)
Sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea
(like the girls told me)
She made her home in a poor country
on your way down
Just some one new
to throw your arms around
In a rabbit hole to the sound of you
(making coffee)
With the warm, salty sea
Its waves crashing over me
You punched a hole in the sun
(Now it won't shine)
You punched a hole in the sun
(How did you know it was I?)
You punched a hole in the sun
And now it won't shine for anyone
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is anyone going to talk about these lyrics mean? i'll give it a shot but my explanations pretty weak.
fall down the stairs, it's been a long time since i got my hands on your teenage poems it's the only poison that i like. and throwing rocks at broken windows picking locks with footprints from the snow
falling is an expression used when you start to love someone. but instead of it being a good feeling it only hurt him. throwing rocks at broken windows-you can't break what's already broken. (his heart). picking locks with footprints from the snow-footprints in the snow are impressions that melt when the sun comes out, they don't last. maybe he's trying to get to her and he feels like he never will because it always changes. another way to look at it is that he went to her house and found footprints in the snow, as if someone had just been there. and shes locked him out and hes trying to get in while yelling at her for the things shes done. this theory makes more sense with the phrase "look what you've done you've punched a hole in the sun"
she leaves him for someone new. punched a hole in the sun refers to the darkness a person feels in depression.
these are really wrong
this is what i hear & i've put some time into figuring it out
fall down the stairs, it's been a long time since i got my hands on your teenage poems it's the only poison that i like. and throwing rocks at broken windows picking locks with footprints from the snow
and i don't believe you live in a library (that sails the sea) sleeping with a book-blanket out at sea (like you told me)
my little bird flew away from me she made her home in a poor country you're breaking branches on your way down to someone new to throw your arms around
the next i wake up, i want to be in a rabbit hole to the sound of you (making coffee) with the warm, salty sea it's waves crashing over me
look what you've done, you punched a hole in the sun now it won't shine for anyone
:)
thanks for the corrections. thank goodness there's a "edit" function on this site.
next time, I won't post a first draft.
Look what you've done You punched a hole in the sun And now it won't shine for anyone
pessimistic imagery? i think so.
I agree with the comment above me, the song is clearly about trying to get over somebody and not being able to and the pain and depression that comes of seeing them move on while your still stuck in nostalgia.
She made her home in a broken tree, not in a poor country.
This song is perfectly the bittersweet melancholy of waking up in bed next to someone you love and there's a bit of fog rubbing its back against your window but it only increases the feeling that you two are alone in the world and scatters the light around the room so instead of sharp rays of sunlight blinding you or overheating you its more of a gentle way of easing you into the day, but bittersweet because you know your love won't last, either it burns itself into the ember of companionship-love or dies and either way you know that mornings like this aren't in infinite supply, so you enjoy it while knowing it might not come again.