Now That You're Home
Rescued Reflections: Manchester Orchestra's Poetic Journey Home
Lyrics
Sweet Jesus I swear that I love you
Sweet Jesus, expressing deep love and devotion.
No matter what the chariot says
Commitment to love despite external influences or opinions.
I'm biased and by this I'll judge you
Admitting personal bias and acknowledging a judgmental attitude.
On weakness wrapped up in my own innocence
Reflecting on one's vulnerabilities and innocence.
And I think that's fine
Acceptance of personal flaws and imperfections.
My God, you look so much different
Noticing a significant change or transformation in someone.
From mirrors you looked like a fool
Self-awareness of appearing foolish, especially in mirrors.
Your skin taste much better with aging
Appreciating the beauty of aging and experience.
Not sweet like it was back in our Sunday school
Contrasting the present with nostalgic memories, particularly from Sunday school.
Just wait, don't go
Implying hesitation or a request to wait before taking action.
We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
Expressing a determination to test the limits or potential of a situation.
Just wait, don't go
-We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
-We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
-We're gonna see if this bad boy can fly
-'Cause I heard that it can after all
Suggesting hope or belief in overcoming challenges.
Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
Seeking salvation or assistance now that a significant person is present.
I've been trying so hard to be good again
-Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
-I've been trying so hard to be good
-Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
Continuing the plea for rescue, emphasizing the struggle to be morally upright.
I've been trying so hard to be good again
-Now that you're home won't you rescue me?
-I've been trying pretty hard to be good
-Well, now that you're home I can see again
Celebrating regained clarity and insight now that the person is home.
I can see again
-Now that you're home I can see again
-God I can see
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