I like to imagine the song is about a guy who wakes up just shortly after the 7 July 2005 London Bombings have occurred. He knows something is happening from the electrical problems and the news, but doesn't know what. So he tries to call his significant other only to find that the network is crashing from too many phone calls. This makes him more nervous, so he tries to call again, but gets nothing. No one is around at this time in the morning, so he tries to call all of her friends, worried that something might have happened to her too.
None of them are answering. Nobody is answering. He has no way of knowing or understanding what is going on.
Sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, head in his hands, he stares at the phone lying between his feet. He tries to call her again and again. Nothing. And then he starts to think. What if she's just not answering?
What if you just don't want to talk to me?
In the middle of all this, with no real context or knowledge of what's going on, he becomes so frustrated and desperate, he looks to the only thing he does know: their relationship. And he has doubts and fears.
I feel like this is the sort of thing he'd end up keeping a secret afterwards, only telling it to those around him after having a few beers to many and the conversation has gotten heavy.
I like to imagine the song is about a guy who wakes up just shortly after the 7 July 2005 London Bombings have occurred. He knows something is happening from the electrical problems and the news, but doesn't know what. So he tries to call his significant other only to find that the network is crashing from too many phone calls. This makes him more nervous, so he tries to call again, but gets nothing. No one is around at this time in the morning, so he tries to call all of her friends, worried that something might have happened to her too.
None of them are answering. Nobody is answering. He has no way of knowing or understanding what is going on.
Sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, head in his hands, he stares at the phone lying between his feet. He tries to call her again and again. Nothing. And then he starts to think. What if she's just not answering?
What if you just don't want to talk to me?
In the middle of all this, with no real context or knowledge of what's going on, he becomes so frustrated and desperate, he looks to the only thing he does know: their relationship. And he has doubts and fears.
I feel like this is the sort of thing he'd end up keeping a secret afterwards, only telling it to those around him after having a few beers to many and the conversation has gotten heavy.
Or just in a band he has. Whatever works.