"Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never could quite get the touch of?"
This line struck me the most. Why would he, a pornographer, dreams of a woman when he has seen so much of, plenty and oftentimes .. naked? No, he doesn't dream of a girl/woman/potential doll, but what he truly desires is that one sensation to be close to someone you love. He, because of his "profession", has lost his touch and thus appreciation for the true "woman" so to speak, as all he sees in them are such "thigh, of the flesh upon high" and such. Seeing them as work... This is why he can't have what he really want deep down...
"Out of his hands
Over his head
Out of his reach
Under this real life
Hidden in veils
Covered in silk"
The chorus just indicates the fact the his dream for a "true" woman is out of his reach, yet hidden "under his real life, in veils, in silk", his profession. He could never find love...
"Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never could quite get the touch of?"
This line struck me the most. Why would he, a pornographer, dreams of a woman when he has seen so much of, plenty and oftentimes .. naked? No, he doesn't dream of a girl/woman/potential doll, but what he truly desires is that one sensation to be close to someone you love. He, because of his "profession", has lost his touch and thus appreciation for the true "woman" so to speak, as all he sees in them are such "thigh, of the flesh upon high" and such. Seeing them as work... This is why he can't have what he really want deep down... "Out of his hands Over his head Out of his reach Under this real life Hidden in veils Covered in silk" The chorus just indicates the fact the his dream for a "true" woman is out of his reach, yet hidden "under his real life, in veils, in silk", his profession. He could never find love...