I think it's about the infatuation, obsession, and dissolution of a relationship. Not necessarily in that order.
"Nothing seems to kill me,
No matter how hard I try..."
That line seems to be about feeling loss, and consequently, wanting to lose himself.
"I've given everything I need,
I'd give you everything I own,
I'd give in if it could at least be our's alone..."
That line is obviously pertaining to what he sacrificed and would sacrifice for his love. The last line is talking about some sort of compromise. Perhaps his love wasn't on the same level as he was, and he was doing anything to hold onto her.
"Blow up the outside world."
To me, that means being inside of your own little world with someone special. When you're at the peak of infatuation, that's exactly how you feel. Fuck the world, fuck what everyone thinks. Just feed off the love and happiness of your significant other. That's the sacred language of love.
Upon losing such a wonderful thing, one can feel down and even self-destructive. I'm only writing this from my own perspective, but I totally picture this in my mind when I hear Cornell sing these words. Love can be heavenly or apocalyptic.
I think it's about the infatuation, obsession, and dissolution of a relationship. Not necessarily in that order.
"Nothing seems to kill me, No matter how hard I try..."
That line seems to be about feeling loss, and consequently, wanting to lose himself.
"I've given everything I need, I'd give you everything I own, I'd give in if it could at least be our's alone..."
That line is obviously pertaining to what he sacrificed and would sacrifice for his love. The last line is talking about some sort of compromise. Perhaps his love wasn't on the same level as he was, and he was doing anything to hold onto her.
"Blow up the outside world."
To me, that means being inside of your own little world with someone special. When you're at the peak of infatuation, that's exactly how you feel. Fuck the world, fuck what everyone thinks. Just feed off the love and happiness of your significant other. That's the sacred language of love.
Upon losing such a wonderful thing, one can feel down and even self-destructive. I'm only writing this from my own perspective, but I totally picture this in my mind when I hear Cornell sing these words. Love can be heavenly or apocalyptic.
I like this.
I like this.
Thank you.I feel this is so true.I like the way you think.
Thank you.I feel this is so true.I like the way you think.