The narrator of the song is a lonely, rather maladjusted guy. He's has some self-destructive, antisocial tendencies (I'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights,) but what holds him together is this radiant image on the wall, this vision in the hall. She's not real - she sits on the bed in the dark trading places with the ghosts who were there before she came. So maybe he's getting a little healthier - this nurturing presence is an improvement over the ghosts that haunted him before. He's a bit uneasy about her - he doesn't...
The narrator of the song is a lonely, rather maladjusted guy. He's has some self-destructive, antisocial tendencies (I'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights,) but what holds him together is this radiant image on the wall, this vision in the hall. She's not real - she sits on the bed in the dark trading places with the ghosts who were there before she came. So maybe he's getting a little healthier - this nurturing presence is an improvement over the ghosts that haunted him before. He's a bit uneasy about her - he doesn't dare to touch her hand, or to think of her in a physical way. He doesn't even know how she smells, which should be no surprise, as she exists only in his head.
He's seems to be a sad little guy, but I get a sense of hope at the end, because he knows he can count on her, and she has a warm, soothing presence.
oh my god. :)
The narrator of the song is a lonely, rather maladjusted guy. He's has some self-destructive, antisocial tendencies (I'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights,) but what holds him together is this radiant image on the wall, this vision in the hall. She's not real - she sits on the bed in the dark trading places with the ghosts who were there before she came. So maybe he's getting a little healthier - this nurturing presence is an improvement over the ghosts that haunted him before. He's a bit uneasy about her - he doesn't...
The narrator of the song is a lonely, rather maladjusted guy. He's has some self-destructive, antisocial tendencies (I'm a danger to myself, I've been starting fights,) but what holds him together is this radiant image on the wall, this vision in the hall. She's not real - she sits on the bed in the dark trading places with the ghosts who were there before she came. So maybe he's getting a little healthier - this nurturing presence is an improvement over the ghosts that haunted him before. He's a bit uneasy about her - he doesn't dare to touch her hand, or to think of her in a physical way. He doesn't even know how she smells, which should be no surprise, as she exists only in his head.
He's seems to be a sad little guy, but I get a sense of hope at the end, because he knows he can count on her, and she has a warm, soothing presence.