Hangman Hands
Hangman Hands: A Poignant Tale of Love, Loss, and Redemption
Lyrics
Never thought that you'd teach me to walk away
Expressing surprise at the unexpected lesson of learning to walk away from someone.
You said "I love you so much, baby, won't you stay?"
Recalling a plea to stay from a person professing deep love.
So it goes, goes, goes, so it always goes
Reflecting on the inevitability of situations changing or relationships ending.
So it goes, goes, goes, so it always goes
Reiterating the theme of things unfolding as they always do.
I went down to the river to wash away the things I've done
Seeking cleansing or redemption at the river for past actions.
And all the names I've traced into my skin since you've been gone
Mentioning self-inflicted marks on the skin and the impact of the person's absence.
And his hands, they feel just like yours against my arm
Comparing the touch of someone else to the familiar touch of the absent person.
But his voice, it sounds nothing like yours when you're telling me I'm wrong
Noticing the difference in the voice of the current person compared to the absent one.
I sleep in agony, I sleep alone
Expressing emotional distress and solitude in sleep.
Your hangman hands have got me cold
Describing the impact of the absent person's touch as if they were a hangman.
Guess you don't know, no, no, guess you'll never know
Speculating that the absent person may not understand or acknowledge the suffering.
Now you don't know, no, no, now you'll never know
Repeating the idea that the absent person is unaware of the emotional pain.
So I went back to the devil and told him everything I know
Turning to negative influences, represented by the devil, and confessing to them.
Let him drink my blood and feed me wine in the TV glow
Describing a symbolic exchange with the devil involving blood and wine in the glow of the TV.
And his hands they feel just like yours against my throat
Comparing the touch of the devil to that of the absent person.
But his voice it sounds nothing like yours when you're begging me to come home
Highlighting the difference in the voices of the devil and the absent person.
I went down to the river to wash away the things I've done
Repeating the act of going to the river, emphasizing the need for cleansing.
And all the names I've traced into my skin since you've been gone
Mentioning continued self-inflicted marks since the absence of the person.
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