here 16 years later, but i still love this band & this song feels like an ode to the gnawing need to escape back into the past after a loss in the present, like a broken friendship or death.
(You were running out of lies to keep me under
Afraid of your back hands
So to speak, you had me shaking at the knees)
there are no more reasons or excuses anyone can come up with to soften the blow of what they've told the singer. they're trying to be subtle and make it sound better, but he's already realized the truth.
(And if you would've seen me at my best
Would it have changed anything at all?)
the singer clings on and wonders if there was anything he could've done, even passively, to have taken responsibility and changed the outcome. maybe this person would've held on just a little longer if they could see how good things would've been if they stayed picture-perfect.
(The door was always open
But still not nearly enough to let me in
I was always loud enough just for you to hear me
You never caught the wind)
as close as he had gotten to this person, and as much he had tried to do, he still couldn't break down the walls that would've kept them around. this person's struggles were so solidified in their mind that they were always out of reach, and helping them see things through was seemingly impossible, even with the singer by their side.
(And I'm still waiting for a sign
Or just a win-win situation
Can I hear it one more time?
Without the sound of devastation setting in)
despite everything in mind, the singer's still holding out hope for a miracle that this isn't the end. there has to be something beyond this, a way for things to turn back around and change in the blink of an eye; a feeling he can't let go of, regardless of how many times he hears the truth and how many times it hurts him all the same.
here 16 years later, but i still love this band & this song feels like an ode to the gnawing need to escape back into the past after a loss in the present, like a broken friendship or death.
(You were running out of lies to keep me under Afraid of your back hands So to speak, you had me shaking at the knees)
there are no more reasons or excuses anyone can come up with to soften the blow of what they've told the singer. they're trying to be subtle and make it sound better, but he's already realized the truth.
(And if you would've seen me at my best Would it have changed anything at all?)
the singer clings on and wonders if there was anything he could've done, even passively, to have taken responsibility and changed the outcome. maybe this person would've held on just a little longer if they could see how good things would've been if they stayed picture-perfect.
(The door was always open But still not nearly enough to let me in I was always loud enough just for you to hear me You never caught the wind)
as close as he had gotten to this person, and as much he had tried to do, he still couldn't break down the walls that would've kept them around. this person's struggles were so solidified in their mind that they were always out of reach, and helping them see things through was seemingly impossible, even with the singer by their side.
(And I'm still waiting for a sign Or just a win-win situation Can I hear it one more time? Without the sound of devastation setting in)
despite everything in mind, the singer's still holding out hope for a miracle that this isn't the end. there has to be something beyond this, a way for things to turn back around and change in the blink of an eye; a feeling he can't let go of, regardless of how many times he hears the truth and how many times it hurts him all the same.