The beauty of great lyrics: they are open to interpretation. To me, this is about two people who were friends and then for whatever reason, started a fiery relationship -- a relationship that they never should have been in, that could easily kill them on a variety of levels.
"That's luck", she led. "We should be dead." We eyed the wreck. "Good god", we said.-- They realize they have to stop because it's becoming too much
She plants one kiss for the road on my chest: they are in bed together having this conversation about breaking it off. But they are ambivalent about the decision they're making: "That's luck", she said. "We should be dead." We should be stars and perfect tens - And that's just three off the top of my head.
"Once again, you're a godsend." - she feels that he saved her from something: loneliness, misery. She is thankful for him.
"That's truth," she said. "We should be dead. - she knows what they're doing is wrong, but. . .
I should be sleeping in your bed. Instead, I'll crash on your floor." - she still loves him and makes the concession to be his platonic friend
The beauty of great lyrics: they are open to interpretation. To me, this is about two people who were friends and then for whatever reason, started a fiery relationship -- a relationship that they never should have been in, that could easily kill them on a variety of levels.
"That's luck", she led. "We should be dead." We eyed the wreck. "Good god", we said.-- They realize they have to stop because it's becoming too much
She plants one kiss for the road on my chest: they are in bed together having this conversation about breaking it off. But they are ambivalent about the decision they're making: "That's luck", she said. "We should be dead." We should be stars and perfect tens - And that's just three off the top of my head.
"Once again, you're a godsend." - she feels that he saved her from something: loneliness, misery. She is thankful for him.
"That's truth," she said. "We should be dead. - she knows what they're doing is wrong, but. . . I should be sleeping in your bed. Instead, I'll crash on your floor." - she still loves him and makes the concession to be his platonic friend
Christine come crash on my floor: he says yes