This is a haunting song about self-inflicted depression and the ensuing desperation. Here, Sara is the shy character who “feels” the room rather than sees it, shown by the description, “A hundred and five / little blades in a line / between your skin and mine.” Inside that shy mindset of secret fantasy and vague association, death and malnutrition are secondary factors to the venerated act of returning. She doesn’t know why she is in the “love [that] is a cage” or weighed by its destructive pain, as the listener is privy to its tragic details being cried out. It floats before her, a cloud of visions portraying the distance between <i>this</i> life and <i>another</i> life.
I focus on her revelation that in another life, she “wouldn’t need to console [herself] as [she] resigns to release” the object of return. But because her death-ridden promises do not suggest release, it would seem that she is just showing how similar her own life is to the other, more violently passionate and uninhibited one. There’s hope yet that she will come fully to terms with her capacities to pull them together: her precious hands.
This is a haunting song about self-inflicted depression and the ensuing desperation. Here, Sara is the shy character who “feels” the room rather than sees it, shown by the description, “A hundred and five / little blades in a line / between your skin and mine.” Inside that shy mindset of secret fantasy and vague association, death and malnutrition are secondary factors to the venerated act of returning. She doesn’t know why she is in the “love [that] is a cage” or weighed by its destructive pain, as the listener is privy to its tragic details being cried out. It floats before her, a cloud of visions portraying the distance between <i>this</i> life and <i>another</i> life.
I focus on her revelation that in another life, she “wouldn’t need to console [herself] as [she] resigns to release” the object of return. But because her death-ridden promises do not suggest release, it would seem that she is just showing how similar her own life is to the other, more violently passionate and uninhibited one. There’s hope yet that she will come fully to terms with her capacities to pull them together: her precious hands.