This song is ghostly haunting. Beautiful lyrics, and very real.
"How long must she stand
Before the ground, it gives way
To an endless fall"
How long will she have to pretend to have things in order, before the bad news is inevitably broken to her, and everything falls apart...
"She can feel this
War on her face
Stars on her pillow
She's folding in darkness
Begging for slumber"
The most beautiful lyric I have ever read. I'm not even American, and it touches me.. ...burying her husband again and again in the recesses of her haunted mind, while dreaming of sleep. If she had another head on her pillow, or could bury him herself, at least she could close her eyes.
"Her son's slanted
Always giving her
The sideways eye
And empty chair where dad sits
How loud can silence get?"
The knowingly inquisitive look. The boy is a little too young to fully understand what's going on, but he knows that it isn't right. Mom's coming apart at the seams, and every time she reassures her son that everything's okay, she doubts it more and more.
"I'm not blind
I can see it coming
Looks like lightning
In my child's eye
I'm not frantic
I can feel it coming
Darling you'll save me
If you save yourself"
Woman's intuition/premonition... ...she's talking to herself, bracing herself for the news that she is all too certain is coming. The lighting is the gut feeling she gets every time she sees the "where's daddy" look in her son's eye.
The song's inevitable conclusion is that the husband is dead. The mother's self-dialogue is continued in the next song - "Come Back"
This song is ghostly haunting. Beautiful lyrics, and very real.
"How long must she stand Before the ground, it gives way To an endless fall"
How long will she have to pretend to have things in order, before the bad news is inevitably broken to her, and everything falls apart...
"She can feel this War on her face Stars on her pillow She's folding in darkness Begging for slumber"
The most beautiful lyric I have ever read. I'm not even American, and it touches me.. ...burying her husband again and again in the recesses of her haunted mind, while dreaming of sleep. If she had another head on her pillow, or could bury him herself, at least she could close her eyes.
"Her son's slanted Always giving her The sideways eye And empty chair where dad sits How loud can silence get?"
The knowingly inquisitive look. The boy is a little too young to fully understand what's going on, but he knows that it isn't right. Mom's coming apart at the seams, and every time she reassures her son that everything's okay, she doubts it more and more.
"I'm not blind I can see it coming Looks like lightning In my child's eye
I'm not frantic I can feel it coming Darling you'll save me If you save yourself"
Woman's intuition/premonition... ...she's talking to herself, bracing herself for the news that she is all too certain is coming. The lighting is the gut feeling she gets every time she sees the "where's daddy" look in her son's eye.
The song's inevitable conclusion is that the husband is dead. The mother's self-dialogue is continued in the next song - "Come Back"