Adam Duritz and the band are perhaps the best out there at capturing the most underlying of all emotions: helpless, forlorn confusion. I agree with most of these interpretations too a point, but I think they go too far.
The problem isn't inability to admit love or consummate love or commit; it's flat out inability to identify love. Who hasn't had the feeling of, well, I think I love her, but am I in love with her? Have I ever been in love before? Would I know love if it ran me over with a truck? Will I ever love? Am I capable?
"Seems like I should say, 'Oh well, as long as this is love', But it's not all that easy ... ". "Every time she sneezes I think it's love". This is one confused mofo.
Adam Duritz and the band are perhaps the best out there at capturing the most underlying of all emotions: helpless, forlorn confusion. I agree with most of these interpretations too a point, but I think they go too far.
The problem isn't inability to admit love or consummate love or commit; it's flat out inability to identify love. Who hasn't had the feeling of, well, I think I love her, but am I in love with her? Have I ever been in love before? Would I know love if it ran me over with a truck? Will I ever love? Am I capable?
"Seems like I should say, 'Oh well, as long as this is love', But it's not all that easy ... ". "Every time she sneezes I think it's love". This is one confused mofo.