LYRICAL ANALYSIS IS MY LIFE. Here's my take on it.
We walked through the doorway
Heard you calling from the hall
To find you in the bedroom
Not breathing at all
I drug your body to the cellar where we lay
The wax, it melts away
I kiss your face.
** This is reffering to the narrator and someone else walking in to find the person who has committed suicide.
The "cellar" could possibly be a metaphor for the darkness that the others were living in - obviously blind to the problems
that the person who killed themself had. The "wax, it melts away" could possibly be referring to the person's personality. That
before they died, to everyone else there were plain, and dull, and not important, kind of like a wax figure - maybe like a fake.
But now that they're dead, their beauty and personality shines through.
Now we are starting to love you more
Your body's on the canvas
I painted on the floor
** They realize what's lost. The narrator amung others is starting to understand the person more, and thus "loves" more. I believe
the lines "You're body's on the canvas I painted on the floor" means that, her dead body is lying on the floor. He uses the metaphor
of a canvas and himself being the artist. The canvas is the floor. Meaning that he "painted" her death, or he is the cause of the death of
this particular person.
Now you wait like the drug, like the change
And the pain it goes on for so long
And oh, how it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone
It's so wrong
It's so wrong.
** Implies that the person used drugs to kill themself; overdose. The pain has changed sides. The person who killed themself no longer is in pain -
but everyone else is, and this will stick with everyone for a very long time.
If I could take you somewhere
I'd take you to the darkest place
Scatter you in art forms
Admire the whore
Beauty in different ways
Your hands on picture frames
Your eyes in the glass
Wear your face has a mask
** Talking about the person's life. The beauty everyone missed out on. Relates her person's life to picture frames...metaphor again.
The person wore their "face as a mask" and hid behind it.
Now they are starting to love you more
A gallery of your beauty
No charge at the door
** Again, to love the person more. The gallery of your beauty might refer to the funeral, or possibly the party they have after the funeral, where sometimes
pictures of the person is displayed.
As you wait like the drug, like the change
And the pain it goes on for so long
And oh, how it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone
It's so wrong
It's so wrong
And down below
Your veins run dry your vacant eyes
I lost control
Your face is pale, your body's cold
And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes
I lost control
Your face is pale, your body's cold (Your face is pale, your body's cold)
** Pretty self explainitory, the narrator is talking about the dead body he's looking at.
Wait, like the drug, like the change
And the pain it goes on for so long
And oh, how it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone
LYRICAL ANALYSIS IS MY LIFE. Here's my take on it.
We walked through the doorway Heard you calling from the hall To find you in the bedroom Not breathing at all I drug your body to the cellar where we lay The wax, it melts away I kiss your face.
** This is reffering to the narrator and someone else walking in to find the person who has committed suicide. The "cellar" could possibly be a metaphor for the darkness that the others were living in - obviously blind to the problems that the person who killed themself had. The "wax, it melts away" could possibly be referring to the person's personality. That before they died, to everyone else there were plain, and dull, and not important, kind of like a wax figure - maybe like a fake. But now that they're dead, their beauty and personality shines through.
Now we are starting to love you more Your body's on the canvas I painted on the floor
** They realize what's lost. The narrator amung others is starting to understand the person more, and thus "loves" more. I believe the lines "You're body's on the canvas I painted on the floor" means that, her dead body is lying on the floor. He uses the metaphor of a canvas and himself being the artist. The canvas is the floor. Meaning that he "painted" her death, or he is the cause of the death of this particular person.
Now you wait like the drug, like the change And the pain it goes on for so long And oh, how it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone It's so wrong It's so wrong.
** Implies that the person used drugs to kill themself; overdose. The pain has changed sides. The person who killed themself no longer is in pain - but everyone else is, and this will stick with everyone for a very long time.
If I could take you somewhere I'd take you to the darkest place Scatter you in art forms Admire the whore Beauty in different ways Your hands on picture frames Your eyes in the glass Wear your face has a mask
** Talking about the person's life. The beauty everyone missed out on. Relates her person's life to picture frames...metaphor again. The person wore their "face as a mask" and hid behind it.
Now they are starting to love you more A gallery of your beauty No charge at the door
** Again, to love the person more. The gallery of your beauty might refer to the funeral, or possibly the party they have after the funeral, where sometimes pictures of the person is displayed.
As you wait like the drug, like the change And the pain it goes on for so long And oh, how it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone It's so wrong It's so wrong
And down below Your veins run dry your vacant eyes I lost control Your face is pale, your body's cold And down below your veins run dry your vacant eyes I lost control Your face is pale, your body's cold (Your face is pale, your body's cold)
** Pretty self explainitory, the narrator is talking about the dead body he's looking at.
Wait, like the drug, like the change And the pain it goes on for so long And oh, how it hurts in the worst way now that you're gone
It's so wrong (x10)