Where did my father find this photograph? What happened to the person that I knew, the spite, the narrowed eyes? She was beautiful in this picture. So what happened? How did she go from this beauty to such a cold angry person? There used to be a whole person here, the proof is in the pictures, prehistory tacked up in Polaroid. I think this song is about who a person was, and how we remember that person. Something happened to this woman, she became embittered, unhappy, but there was a time when she wasn't, when she was beautiful. Whoever she was, that happy beautiful person did not survive. I think this song is also tipping it's hat at a family surviving a death of someone who through the course of dyeing was bitter and hateful, who required having to "make the best of it".
Where did my father find this photograph? What happened to the person that I knew, the spite, the narrowed eyes? She was beautiful in this picture. So what happened? How did she go from this beauty to such a cold angry person? There used to be a whole person here, the proof is in the pictures, prehistory tacked up in Polaroid. I think this song is about who a person was, and how we remember that person. Something happened to this woman, she became embittered, unhappy, but there was a time when she wasn't, when she was beautiful. Whoever she was, that happy beautiful person did not survive. I think this song is also tipping it's hat at a family surviving a death of someone who through the course of dyeing was bitter and hateful, who required having to "make the best of it".