This song reminds me of childhood romance maybe high school that left a strong impression.
"Spend all our Sundays in a row, ten feet from Chinatown, like it's dead but we know, cause when he put you to bed , your great-grandfather always said, wasting is an art , like the nights we spent in backs of cars" referring to how consumed they were with each other that nothing else mattered as if the world stopped. Back of the car referring to a romantic relationship.
A piece of the part, The end of a spark referring to how it stills a fond memory even though it will never come again. Maybe even how it set the bar for relationships to come.
This song reminds me of childhood romance maybe high school that left a strong impression.
"Spend all our Sundays in a row, ten feet from Chinatown, like it's dead but we know, cause when he put you to bed , your great-grandfather always said, wasting is an art , like the nights we spent in backs of cars" referring to how consumed they were with each other that nothing else mattered as if the world stopped. Back of the car referring to a romantic relationship.
A piece of the part, The end of a spark referring to how it stills a fond memory even though it will never come again. Maybe even how it set the bar for relationships to come.