I think it’s about young love — not necessarily young people in love, just love in the beginning — and growing in the relationship. Maturing, and realizing that in fact the one person you believed to be your soulmate is just one chapter in your life. Your heart blinded you at first, then your mind came in and woke you up. No matter how much it hurts, your conscious tells you you’ve grown out of eachother.
“Split and divided on the ground
I went to my cellar, I found some glue
I stick myself together for now” — You make the realization, aren’t ready to let go. Keep it together for now.
“And baby steps, like the day we felt
The beaches, not the sand
It's a place in mind,
Where we sit and like to shut off and just live for a while” — You’re stuck in a perspective that doesn’t allow you to look at the small details, what makes things not work. The things you can’t fix. Blinded at first. But it was so nice then.
“I'm scattered like ashes on the ground
Tired of blowing around
I'm thin like a wire, I'm tangled up
I'm fraying at the end of the rope” — Two very different pictures. You almost don’t know what to do with yourself now that you’re awake and see clearly. But in the end, it isn’t a good idea to keep yourself in the situation.
I think it’s about young love — not necessarily young people in love, just love in the beginning — and growing in the relationship. Maturing, and realizing that in fact the one person you believed to be your soulmate is just one chapter in your life. Your heart blinded you at first, then your mind came in and woke you up. No matter how much it hurts, your conscious tells you you’ve grown out of eachother.
“Split and divided on the ground I went to my cellar, I found some glue I stick myself together for now” — You make the realization, aren’t ready to let go. Keep it together for now.
“And baby steps, like the day we felt The beaches, not the sand It's a place in mind, Where we sit and like to shut off and just live for a while” — You’re stuck in a perspective that doesn’t allow you to look at the small details, what makes things not work. The things you can’t fix. Blinded at first. But it was so nice then.
“I'm scattered like ashes on the ground Tired of blowing around I'm thin like a wire, I'm tangled up I'm fraying at the end of the rope” — Two very different pictures. You almost don’t know what to do with yourself now that you’re awake and see clearly. But in the end, it isn’t a good idea to keep yourself in the situation.