I cut your nails and comb your hair
I carry you down the stairs
I wanted to see right through from the other side
I wanted to walk a trail with no end in sight
(A parent taking care of the child physically. They, at times, want to have back the freedom from before children. They'd also like to see their child from a stranger's point of view- sometimes knowing every aspect of a person makes it harder to see how wonderful they are)
The moment we believe that we have never met
Another kind of love it's easy to forget
When we are all alone then we do both agree
We have a thing in common this was meant to be
(As the child grows older, the relationship changes from that of a nurturing one to that of two adults. Sometimes, that relationship seems to have never been. Then, when the parent and child are alone together, they find the parent-child bond agian, and enjoy each other for who they are)
You close my eyes and soothe my ears
You heal my wounds and dry my tears
On the inside of this marble house I grow
And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too
(The parent taking care of the child emotionally, which is what the children remember most vividly. The marble house is the relationship between the child and parent, beautiful at times, hard at others. It is crafted by the parent for the child. The seeds and the child being prisoners is the fact that whatever the child creates will be bound to the parent forever. A prisoner is someone who is held in their prison- the relationship with their parent in this case- without their having any choice. A prisoner, nor does a prison have to be bad.)
The moment we believe that we have never met
Another kind of love it's easy to forget
When we are all alone then we do both agree
We have a thing in common this was meant to be
(reiterating before, this time from the child's perspective. It is the same by coincidence, and is part of what they have in common)
Now where's your shoulder
What is it's name
What's your scent
Say it again
If it goes faster can you still follow me
It must be safe when it's on TV
(The social relationship between parent and child. They know each other by touch and scent, names are sometimes irrelivant in a chemical relationship more powerful than lust.
In stark contrast to this natural, intimate bond, the child goes off to have a career that the parent could hardly imagine. The parent would be worried for their safety while maybe not even knowing what they were doing.)
I raise my hands to heaven of curiosity
I don't know what to ask for
What has it got for me?
The others say we're hiding
It's as forward as can be
Some things I do for money
Some things I do for free
(these lines have no particular relationship, save the last two. The uncertainty for the future of the relationship, the child's often aimless desires and expectations of the parent.
How other people think the intamacy of their bond is abusive and too nurturing at the same time,
and how everything the parent does, wether directly to the child (for free) or indirectly to provide for them (for money) is about the child)
That's my spin on it. To me, its about a relationship between parent and child that is such an extreme amount of well-directed detication, love and guidance that seems to not exist any more.
I cut your nails and comb your hair I carry you down the stairs I wanted to see right through from the other side I wanted to walk a trail with no end in sight
(A parent taking care of the child physically. They, at times, want to have back the freedom from before children. They'd also like to see their child from a stranger's point of view- sometimes knowing every aspect of a person makes it harder to see how wonderful they are)
The moment we believe that we have never met Another kind of love it's easy to forget When we are all alone then we do both agree We have a thing in common this was meant to be
(As the child grows older, the relationship changes from that of a nurturing one to that of two adults. Sometimes, that relationship seems to have never been. Then, when the parent and child are alone together, they find the parent-child bond agian, and enjoy each other for who they are)
You close my eyes and soothe my ears You heal my wounds and dry my tears On the inside of this marble house I grow And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners too
(The parent taking care of the child emotionally, which is what the children remember most vividly. The marble house is the relationship between the child and parent, beautiful at times, hard at others. It is crafted by the parent for the child. The seeds and the child being prisoners is the fact that whatever the child creates will be bound to the parent forever. A prisoner is someone who is held in their prison- the relationship with their parent in this case- without their having any choice. A prisoner, nor does a prison have to be bad.)
The moment we believe that we have never met Another kind of love it's easy to forget When we are all alone then we do both agree We have a thing in common this was meant to be
(reiterating before, this time from the child's perspective. It is the same by coincidence, and is part of what they have in common)
Now where's your shoulder What is it's name What's your scent Say it again If it goes faster can you still follow me It must be safe when it's on TV
(The social relationship between parent and child. They know each other by touch and scent, names are sometimes irrelivant in a chemical relationship more powerful than lust. In stark contrast to this natural, intimate bond, the child goes off to have a career that the parent could hardly imagine. The parent would be worried for their safety while maybe not even knowing what they were doing.)
I raise my hands to heaven of curiosity I don't know what to ask for What has it got for me? The others say we're hiding It's as forward as can be Some things I do for money Some things I do for free (these lines have no particular relationship, save the last two. The uncertainty for the future of the relationship, the child's often aimless desires and expectations of the parent. How other people think the intamacy of their bond is abusive and too nurturing at the same time, and how everything the parent does, wether directly to the child (for free) or indirectly to provide for them (for money) is about the child)
That's my spin on it. To me, its about a relationship between parent and child that is such an extreme amount of well-directed detication, love and guidance that seems to not exist any more.