Lyrics
Lonely martian
Feeling isolated like a lonely Martian
Your rooftop's down like Palpatine
Comparing a lowered rooftop to Palpatine, suggesting a dark or troubled atmosphere
(Oh boy)
An exclamation expressing surprise or emphasis
Like broken faucets
Describing a leaky faucet, possibly symbolizing emotional issues
Your eyes, they spout out wide latrines
Expressing how eyes reveal emotions intensely, using a vivid metaphor
(Down, down)
Repeating the idea of downward motion, reinforcing a sense of descent or sadness
If love is a battlefield
Suggesting that love is a challenging experience
I think you got the bazooka
Metaphorically claiming to possess a powerful weapon (bazooka) in the context of love
I'm too busy wrapped in blankets under starts to check
Being too preoccupied with personal comfort to engage with love
If love is a fusion dance
Comparing love to a fusion dance, questioning who determines its rhythm
Who set the pace
Asking about the origin or initiator of the love fusion dance
For this?
Pondering the purpose or reason behind the fusion dance
Tell me darling
Asking a significant other about their emotional state after a setback
When your ship fell, boy
Inquiring if a person reacted quickly or missed a crucial moment in a challenging situation
Did you blink?
Repeating the surprise/exclamation about the ship's fall
(Oh boy)
Comparing the fall to pollen, possibly highlighting the unexpected nature of the event
It felt like pollen
Expressing discomfort or nausea when confronted with lies
When you lie
Emphasizing the physical reaction to dishonesty
I tend to vomit at the shrink
Mentioning a tendency to vomit during therapy sessions
(Sometimes)
Reiterating the physical response to lies
If love is a fusion dance
Repeating the analogy of love being a fusion dance
I can't wait no more, can't wait no more
Expressing impatience or eagerness in waiting for love
If love is a fusion dance
Repeating the fusion dance analogy and the impatience
I won't wait
Declaring a refusal to wait further
(Samba)
Introducing the idea of a Samba dance in the context of love
If love is a (flamenco) fusion dance
Extending the dance analogy to include Flamenco
I won't fuck it up, overstep, push my luck (fuck)
Promising not to ruin or jeopardize love by overstepping boundaries
If this shit's a (Rumba) fusion dance, I won't, I won't
Extending the promise to other dance styles like Rumba
If love is a (Jive)
Introducing the dance style Jive as another aspect of love
If love is a tube sock, we're more of an anklet
Comparing love to a tube sock and describing the relationship as an anklet
The net's a magazine now so
Commenting on the transformation of communication (net as a magazine)
Motherfuck your front page
Rejecting the importance of societal recognition or validation
(Tango, Foxtrot)
Mentioning Tango and Foxtrot as additional dance styles
(x3)
Repeating the dance styles (Tango, Foxtrot) for emphasis
I know everything starts off as make believe
Reflecting on the origin of ideas, suggesting that everything starts as imagination
Til' you get inspired
Acknowledging the transition from make-believe to inspiration
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