Lyrics
There's a hole in the roof
Describing a physical opening in the roof.
And the rain's coming down
Indicating rain is falling through the hole in the roof.
The roads are flooded
Stating that the roads are flooded, preventing return to town.
There's no way back to town
Highlighting the impossibility of returning due to the flooded roads.
And the ship we came in on
Referring to a ship that has run aground, possibly symbolizing a setback.
Has just run aground
Emphasizing a challenging situation with the ship's grounding.
You know fate has a funny way
Reflecting on the ironic and unpredictable nature of fate.
Of coming around
Expressing the cyclical aspect of fate returning.
The memories we've buried
Referring to buried memories that are now resurfacing.
Have just taken seed
Suggesting that the buried memories are taking root and growing.
When springtime comes
Anticipating the emergence of these memories in spring.
They'll turn into weeds
Comparing the memories to weeds that can become invasive.
And they'll creep through your window
Describing the memories creeping into one's consciousness.
To smother your dreams
Suggesting the memories may negatively impact dreams or aspirations.
You know fate has a funny way
Reiterating the unpredictable nature of fate.
Of coming around
Emphasizing the cyclicality of fate's influence.
Oh, they'll carve our names like scripture
Imagining the carving of names as if they were sacred inscriptions.
To the soles of our feet
Suggesting the permanence of the marks on the soles of feet.
Each footprint that they take
Connecting footprints to the rhythm or beat of life.
It will tell of our beat
Implying that each footprint tells a story.
Till the night of the following rain
Referring to a specific time frame until something significant happens.
Till the low tide comes to swallow pain
Suggesting a metaphorical cleansing or resolution with the arrival of low tide.
This bottle of bourbon,
Introducing a bottle of bourbon as a symbol of indulgence or escape.
Now dry as a bone,
Describing the emptiness of the bourbon bottle.
It drank us all up
Suggesting that the bourbon consumed their collective identity.
Then it left us alone
Expressing a sense of abandonment by the bourbon.
Well we've since switched to skull pot
Switching to "skull pot" may indicate a shift in coping mechanisms.
But we can't choke it down
Describing difficulty in accepting or adapting to the new coping method.
You know fate has a funny way
Reiterating the theme of fate's unpredictable influence.
Of coming around
Concluding with the idea that fate has a cyclical and unexpected nature.
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