The lyrics sound like a man leaning on a grave, talking to his late distant sister, to whom he had close to until each other got married (the man was about 20 years old at the time his sister did).
Now, the narrator is 30 years old, has grown mature despite wearing faded jeans, a black "Class of 89" T-shirt and sapphire-tinted glasses (more or less Sir Martin's physical appearance) and he is tormented by his sister's sudden death, because she allegedly committed suicide after not having seen each other for a year (let's say, for her brother's wedding anniversary).
The brother knows how much he missed his sister and regrets not having been more often at her side (he has friends, a wife and a job), only because she had either divorced or some heavy drug addiction and, most of all, ended in psychiatric hospital a number of times, and finally took her own life after having been released. Sad story, isn't it?
The narrator remembers how beautiful his sister was during their youth, and ends up writing a few words on anything (no object mentioned) with her colourful lipstick, it's not a pink one given pink would represent happiness, and also hating the painful consequences of either his sister's divorce or her drug addiction.
The lyrics sound like a man leaning on a grave, talking to his late distant sister, to whom he had close to until each other got married (the man was about 20 years old at the time his sister did). Now, the narrator is 30 years old, has grown mature despite wearing faded jeans, a black "Class of 89" T-shirt and sapphire-tinted glasses (more or less Sir Martin's physical appearance) and he is tormented by his sister's sudden death, because she allegedly committed suicide after not having seen each other for a year (let's say, for her brother's wedding anniversary).
The brother knows how much he missed his sister and regrets not having been more often at her side (he has friends, a wife and a job), only because she had either divorced or some heavy drug addiction and, most of all, ended in psychiatric hospital a number of times, and finally took her own life after having been released. Sad story, isn't it? The narrator remembers how beautiful his sister was during their youth, and ends up writing a few words on anything (no object mentioned) with her colourful lipstick, it's not a pink one given pink would represent happiness, and also hating the painful consequences of either his sister's divorce or her drug addiction.