A painted portrait of love. How it has it's ups and downs. How no one is truly perfect. How in the line of work one can do to gain money they start to lose their soul. When this 'man' loses his piece of the woman he was with he uses her as a tool rather than a lesson learned. She puts up with his lies not out of anger,disbelief, or unlove - but love itself.
Towards the end of the song she is starting to lose full faith in the relationship and the man she married as it seems he will NEVER change.
"When I first saw your gallery
I liked the ones of ladies
But now their faces follow me
And all their eyes look shady"
It can also mean the woman's perspective of love isn't love but mistrust.
A painted portrait of love. How it has it's ups and downs. How no one is truly perfect. How in the line of work one can do to gain money they start to lose their soul. When this 'man' loses his piece of the woman he was with he uses her as a tool rather than a lesson learned. She puts up with his lies not out of anger,disbelief, or unlove - but love itself.
Towards the end of the song she is starting to lose full faith in the relationship and the man she married as it seems he will NEVER change.
"When I first saw your gallery I liked the ones of ladies But now their faces follow me And all their eyes look shady"
It can also mean the woman's perspective of love isn't love but mistrust.