My personal lyric corrections with (my personal interpretations in parentheses). In general, I agree with serendipitousencounter, and this song speaks volumes to me at this point in my life...
Got a call
the one I'd been waiting for
in the middle of the night.
Said I know what you do and know its the same to you
can't keep down a girl who loves music.
(She gets the call from her ex, the one she'd always hoped would want to come back to her, even after she had given up wanting to be with him. She finds herself saying to him that she's not interested in catching up, she knows what he does these days, and she isn't still down about him, she's found refuge in her true love, music.)
In the darkness dance to the dialtone
as I sing myself to sleep.
The most beauty I've seen
lives in a dream
where we laugh and want to live for the little things.
(She's hung up on him, let him dance to the dialtone as she sings, undoubtedly dancing herself to her own song. Perhaps she is singing of what they could have been--our relationships are often one thing in our dreams and another in reality. The most beautiful thought she ever had was of the two of them living a way they never could: laughing together and living with appreciation for the little things, not the stresses that tore them apart.)
Not even if I could get you back, I don't try
You weren't all that good, but I loved you like you were mine
Here's the only thing, I keep it like a secret:
although it always rains, a billion hearts stop bleeding.
(She's found she's not interested in having him back. Things never did become what she dreamed they could be, in spite of her deep love. But here's the thing, and she holds it close as a sacred though: although the pain never quite recedes, billions have been heartbroken and yet they all do stop hurting as badly as in the beginning, when the yearning for what once was is strongest.)
Play solo(?), and no one knows how to fill,
and I party all the time.
Yeah I know how to kill, but I hate how it feels
that everyone's in love with someone else.
(Her therapeutic outpouring of music, which took his place in her life, has improved remarkably and now she knows how to kill an audience. But she hates how it feels to see all the people coming to her shows together, leaving together and in love, while she knows she's going back home with only the music to accompany her.)
And even if I could get you back, I don't try
You weren't all that good, but I loved you like you were mine
Here's the only thing, I keep it like a secret:
although it always rains, a billion hearts stop bleeding.
My personal lyric corrections with (my personal interpretations in parentheses). In general, I agree with serendipitousencounter, and this song speaks volumes to me at this point in my life...
Got a call the one I'd been waiting for in the middle of the night. Said I know what you do and know its the same to you can't keep down a girl who loves music. (She gets the call from her ex, the one she'd always hoped would want to come back to her, even after she had given up wanting to be with him. She finds herself saying to him that she's not interested in catching up, she knows what he does these days, and she isn't still down about him, she's found refuge in her true love, music.)
In the darkness dance to the dialtone as I sing myself to sleep. The most beauty I've seen lives in a dream where we laugh and want to live for the little things. (She's hung up on him, let him dance to the dialtone as she sings, undoubtedly dancing herself to her own song. Perhaps she is singing of what they could have been--our relationships are often one thing in our dreams and another in reality. The most beautiful thought she ever had was of the two of them living a way they never could: laughing together and living with appreciation for the little things, not the stresses that tore them apart.)
Not even if I could get you back, I don't try You weren't all that good, but I loved you like you were mine Here's the only thing, I keep it like a secret: although it always rains, a billion hearts stop bleeding. (She's found she's not interested in having him back. Things never did become what she dreamed they could be, in spite of her deep love. But here's the thing, and she holds it close as a sacred though: although the pain never quite recedes, billions have been heartbroken and yet they all do stop hurting as badly as in the beginning, when the yearning for what once was is strongest.)
Play solo(?), and no one knows how to fill, and I party all the time. Yeah I know how to kill, but I hate how it feels that everyone's in love with someone else. (Her therapeutic outpouring of music, which took his place in her life, has improved remarkably and now she knows how to kill an audience. But she hates how it feels to see all the people coming to her shows together, leaving together and in love, while she knows she's going back home with only the music to accompany her.)
And even if I could get you back, I don't try You weren't all that good, but I loved you like you were mine Here's the only thing, I keep it like a secret: although it always rains, a billion hearts stop bleeding.