The way you think, is oh so bloody stale.
Your sanity looks pretty frail.
You have to clutch at every tiny straw.
And I can't stomach that at all.
Overall it sounds a like guy talking to a soon to be ex-friend or lover, and because the gender is ambigious, probably to wider society. Disillusioned, disappointed, frustrated and angry about the aggressive and narrow-minded nature of the human relationships where he is, i.e. in New Zealand. He can't even escape into poetry or the idea of some romantic past times.
These lyrics are missing the final verse:
The way you think, is oh so bloody stale. Your sanity looks pretty frail. You have to clutch at every tiny straw. And I can't stomach that at all.
Overall it sounds a like guy talking to a soon to be ex-friend or lover, and because the gender is ambigious, probably to wider society. Disillusioned, disappointed, frustrated and angry about the aggressive and narrow-minded nature of the human relationships where he is, i.e. in New Zealand. He can't even escape into poetry or the idea of some romantic past times.