To me this song can either be, his personal life story as of the moment. Where he's going through a redundancy. Singing, and writing and performing. To him, we are all complete strangers. And writing to him, as well as I, is a piece of who you are. It's my heart, and his too probably. And he's sharing it with us.
OR a relationship that's lost the passion and excitement. I know when that happens I write my every thought and he "I scribble tidbits of useless mind info -- trash, treasure.
Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers."
To me this song can either be, his personal life story as of the moment. Where he's going through a redundancy. Singing, and writing and performing. To him, we are all complete strangers. And writing to him, as well as I, is a piece of who you are. It's my heart, and his too probably. And he's sharing it with us.
OR a relationship that's lost the passion and excitement. I know when that happens I write my every thought and he "I scribble tidbits of useless mind info -- trash, treasure. Spend hours, at my leisure, like sharpened precise tweezers."
does as well.