Memoir
City Lights and Broken Boats: A Memoir of Surrender
Lyrics
The city lights are beckoning;
The city lights are inviting and tempting.
Their sirens softly call.
The sirens in the city softly lure or attract.
All the fantasists and fetishist
People with vivid imaginations and unconventional desires are getting ready for an event or gathering.
Are preparing for their ball.
Those with fantasies and fetishes are preparing for a celebration or party.
We've been stuck here on the doorstep
The speaker and others have been waiting at the doorstep with nothing to give up or abandon.
With nothing to forsake
Despite being in a situation with nothing to lose, it feels like they could belong to anyone.
But we might as well be anyone's to take.
There's a sense of detachment or lack of ownership, feeling available to anyone.
So, I give myself to strangers
The speaker engages in casual or fleeting relationships with strangers, akin to their past connection with someone else.
Like I gave myself to you.
The speaker gave themselves to strangers in a manner similar to how they gave themselves to a specific person in the past.
The tenderness I felt has been replaced
The initial tenderness experienced in the past relationship has been replaced by something new, possibly less intimate or profound.
By something new.
The speaker perceives a distant outline of a call from the past but feels like they could be any words to anyone.
And in the end I can vaguely hear an outline of your call.
A vague awareness of the past relationship remains, symbolized by faintly hearing an outline of a call.
But I may as well be any words at all.
The speaker's identity or words have lost significance, feeling interchangeable or insignificant.
Every memory is sailing to the kingdom of your soul.
Every memory is heading toward the core or essence of the person's soul.
As you patiently await, I lose my sense of self-control.
As the person patiently waits, the speaker loses control over their sense of self.
For you were the lighthouse to my broken boat
The person was a guiding presence in the speaker's troubled life, but the speaker chose to leave them behind.
But I left you behind
The speaker abandoned the person who served as a source of guidance and support.
Now I might as well
Now, the speaker feels as if they could be found or chosen by anyone.
Be anyone's to find.
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