Lyrics
I desire to tumble
I have a longing or craving to experience a downfall or failure
I walk through the garden
I move through the garden, metaphorically traversing life's experiences
I don't speak well I mumble
I struggle to communicate effectively; my speech is unclear
To life's little tragedy
Referring to the inevitable hardships or difficulties in life
If you touch me I crumble
If you make contact with me, I fall apart or disintegrate
This song's from the wishing you well
This song is a wish for your well-being or success
Not a boob or a bungle
No major mistake or blunder, just another minor error
Just another butt to sniff
A metaphorical reference to trivial or insignificant matters
Half our lives surmise
Half of our lives are spent guessing or assuming
For only you to decipher
The reasons behind our actions are meant for you alone to understand
Our reasons are quite tame
Our motivations are ordinary or unremarkable
One by one we die
People pass away one after another
And our secrets die within us
Our personal truths and hidden aspects die with us
There's no one left to blame
When everyone is gone, there's no one to hold responsible
(shame on me, shame on you)
(Shame on me, shame on you) - Mutual acknowledgment of guilt or regret
Scratchy cheeks and an earring
Describing physical discomfort, possibly due to emotional distress
I scurry to find the camera
Hurriedly searching for a camera, perhaps to capture a moment
He's not angry he's seething
Someone appears angry, but it's actually intense internal frustration
My pictures always turn out wrong
Photographs I take never turn out as expected
He's not crying he's teething
Emotional pain is often misunderstood as teething, a metaphor for growth
The pains of growing are going fine
The challenges of maturing are progressing well
There's some spit on the ceiling
There's saliva on the ceiling, a random or unusual occurrence
Pretty soon it's going to drop
Anticipating a significant event or change
In the bed you lay
In bed, waiting for sleep, but it eludes me
Praying for sleep and it never comes
The desire for sleep is unfulfilled despite prayers
It never works that way
Things don't always go as planned
All the rest is done
Everything else is completed or finished
All you really can do is just sit up
All one can do is stay awake and face a new day
And start a brand new day
Starting afresh after a night of sleeplessness
(shame on me, shame on you)
(Shame on me, shame on you) - Reiteration of shared feelings of guilt or regret
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