I hear the heartbeat of a child sitting alone in the kitchen, being quiet and "well-behaved" while somewhere in the house is a Bad Guy. The raging new boyfriend, listening for "the swoosh of his quickening paces." The child is watching its mother (or Kathy? Sister? Aunt?), wishing they were having better times-- that smile on the bravest of faces, how I wish you'd read to me... Finally there is an escape, here's your coat, now do exactly as I tell you.
The second verse totally torpedoes this. Unless the RNBf is a financier or politician who's lost his shirt? Maybe? I don't know man I didn't do it.
I hear the heartbeat of a child sitting alone in the kitchen, being quiet and "well-behaved" while somewhere in the house is a Bad Guy. The raging new boyfriend, listening for "the swoosh of his quickening paces." The child is watching its mother (or Kathy? Sister? Aunt?), wishing they were having better times-- that smile on the bravest of faces, how I wish you'd read to me... Finally there is an escape, here's your coat, now do exactly as I tell you.
The second verse totally torpedoes this. Unless the RNBf is a financier or politician who's lost his shirt? Maybe? I don't know man I didn't do it.