After listening to this beautiful song quite a lot, I think I may have cracked what's going on.
I picture that the song starts at the train station where the narrator is waiting for someone he loves to meet him. Don't worry, I'll go through it.
The carbonation in my drink
The bubbles rise while my heart sinks
And I'll I tend to do is think of you
Here he is waiting with some sort of fizzy drink. I say its a fizzy drink like Coke or Fanta because it contains bubbles that rise. With every rising bubble he is losing hope of her meeting him 'My heart sinks,' but he still loves her because all he can do is think of her.
Was it easier to pack your bags
And book that flight to Paris as
The plane began to move that afternoon
He is now thinking of reasons and justifying why she left. He thinks that it must have been easier for her to just leave instead of fighting for love. He thinks she's a little selfish.
When all the trains have pulled away
From local stations in decay
It's I who waits, it's you who's late again
He has come to the realisation that she's probably not turning up but he still has hope because he thinks she's just 'late' even though he knows how unreliable she is, 'late again.'
And did you think of me when you made love
To him, was it the same as us
Or was it different, it must have been
This implies that she left him for another man or he knows that she definitely met another man and he wonders if she's with that man now instead of coming to meet him. He wonders if she thinks about him or if this man is better than him sexually.
And all the pretty dames
They'll hug and kiss you all the same
And when they go, they're gone
They're not running late
Oh all, all the pretty dames
Now he's starting to become bitter. He's starting to think that all women are the same. He also fully accepts that she's gone forever and she's not going to meet him. He tells himself that she's, 'not running late.'
And the kids you hold in your arms
With promises to protect them from harm
But they grow, and they go
And you're all alone
All the kids, all the kids that you hold
He's extremely bitter now, he says that there's no point in having children and caring for them because in the end you'll end up alone anyway.
And it's a shame that it ends this way
With nothing left to say
So just sit on your hands, while I walk away
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
When my hands begin to shake
When bitterness is all I taste
And my car won't stop
'Cause I cut the brakes
I hold on to a hope in my fate
He regrets that it has to be this way but acknowledges that that's just how life is and that it is unfair and disappointing. He sort of hates her for what she's doing to him, his hand is shaking and everything he tastes is bitter and he also feels bitter. He cuts the brakes in his car and drives it, all he can rely on now is fate to save his life.
Oh oh ah ah hey hey
May you return to love one day
Well I hope and I pray
You get what you gave
Oh oh ah ah hey hey
In what could possibly be his last moments alive all he can think of in his bitterness is that he hopes to God that she falls in love with someone and that they treat her the way that she treated him, 'you get what you gave,' this is sort of like you get what you deserve.
Anyway this is a gorgeous song, written beautifully.
After listening to this beautiful song quite a lot, I think I may have cracked what's going on.
I picture that the song starts at the train station where the narrator is waiting for someone he loves to meet him. Don't worry, I'll go through it.
The carbonation in my drink The bubbles rise while my heart sinks And I'll I tend to do is think of you
Here he is waiting with some sort of fizzy drink. I say its a fizzy drink like Coke or Fanta because it contains bubbles that rise. With every rising bubble he is losing hope of her meeting him 'My heart sinks,' but he still loves her because all he can do is think of her.
Was it easier to pack your bags And book that flight to Paris as The plane began to move that afternoon
He is now thinking of reasons and justifying why she left. He thinks that it must have been easier for her to just leave instead of fighting for love. He thinks she's a little selfish.
When all the trains have pulled away From local stations in decay It's I who waits, it's you who's late again
He has come to the realisation that she's probably not turning up but he still has hope because he thinks she's just 'late' even though he knows how unreliable she is, 'late again.'
And did you think of me when you made love To him, was it the same as us Or was it different, it must have been
This implies that she left him for another man or he knows that she definitely met another man and he wonders if she's with that man now instead of coming to meet him. He wonders if she thinks about him or if this man is better than him sexually.
And all the pretty dames They'll hug and kiss you all the same And when they go, they're gone They're not running late Oh all, all the pretty dames
Now he's starting to become bitter. He's starting to think that all women are the same. He also fully accepts that she's gone forever and she's not going to meet him. He tells himself that she's, 'not running late.'
And the kids you hold in your arms With promises to protect them from harm But they grow, and they go And you're all alone All the kids, all the kids that you hold
He's extremely bitter now, he says that there's no point in having children and caring for them because in the end you'll end up alone anyway.
And it's a shame that it ends this way With nothing left to say So just sit on your hands, while I walk away It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame When my hands begin to shake When bitterness is all I taste And my car won't stop 'Cause I cut the brakes I hold on to a hope in my fate
He regrets that it has to be this way but acknowledges that that's just how life is and that it is unfair and disappointing. He sort of hates her for what she's doing to him, his hand is shaking and everything he tastes is bitter and he also feels bitter. He cuts the brakes in his car and drives it, all he can rely on now is fate to save his life.
Oh oh ah ah hey hey May you return to love one day Well I hope and I pray You get what you gave Oh oh ah ah hey hey
In what could possibly be his last moments alive all he can think of in his bitterness is that he hopes to God that she falls in love with someone and that they treat her the way that she treated him, 'you get what you gave,' this is sort of like you get what you deserve.
Anyway this is a gorgeous song, written beautifully.