Lyrics
Don't need a wall to put an ear upon The solitary tones of couple song
There's no need for a barrier to eavesdrop on the isolated melodies of a couple's song.
Are coming in under the door
The sounds are entering the room from beneath the door.
And through the broken window seal Stealing hours of sleep, and I can't tell If they're laughing or crying,
These sounds infiltrate through the damaged window seal, robbing me of precious sleep. The nature of these sounds, whether laughter or tears, remains ambiguous.
Lying breathless from
Lying breathless, possibly from the challenges or labor of love.
The spoils or toils of loving
The song reflects the unsettling and chilling aspects of a couple's life.
It's a blood-chilling couple song
The ambiguity persists in discerning whether the couple is laughing or crying.
And I can't tell if they're laughing or crying I can't tell they're loving or ending
Uncertainty about whether the couple is in a state of love or the relationship is reaching an end.
I can't tell if they're coming or going
The direction of the relationship, whether progressing or deteriorating, is indiscernible.
It's all the same at this time of night
At this late hour, distinctions blur, and everything seems the same.
Couple song pierce the peaceful night My head a vessel
The couple's song penetrates the calm of the night, resonating in my mind.
My bed a prison pallet
My thoughts become confined, my bed turning into a restrictive space.
A sob is a soft mallet to the skull
Emotional pain is likened to a gentle strike against the head.
and the laughter drives the cracks
Laughter accentuates the emotional fractures in the wall.
Deeper through the wall
The cracks deepen due to the impact of laughter.
Cos I'm just another paranoid lover,
The speaker identifies as a paranoid lover, acknowledging distorted perceptions at this late hour.
it's all skewed at this hour Sleep-drunk-spewed unconscious conflict I'm stuck curled up all pathetic
The speaker is entangled in a state of sleep-induced conflict, feeling helpless and vulnerable.
And I can't tell if they're laughing or crying I can't tell they're loving or ending
Similar uncertainties persist about the couple's emotions and the fate of their relationship.
I can't tell if they're coming or going
The ambiguity extends to the couple's actions and whether they are approaching or distancing themselves.
It's all the same at this time of night
At this time of night, distinctions blur, and everything seems uniform.
And I can't tell - hackles up or down
The speaker is unable to determine if their emotional guard is up or down.
Arms wrapped around or empty and self-bound Two bodies as far apart as a mattress allows or grafted together
The physical proximity of the couple is explored, with arms either embracing or left empty and self-contained.
It's all the same at this time of night It's all the same at this time of night It's all the same at this time of night It's all the same at this time of night
Regardless of the circumstances, everything feels the same at this late hour.
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