Lyrics
I never talked about the body
I have never discussed the physical form.
Just driftwood holding the face of my friend
Comparing the person to driftwood, emphasizing the external appearance.
I fear what the lost memories hold
I'm afraid of the forgotten memories and what they might reveal.
And if I do recall, I'll have to watch it all again
If I remember, I'll have to relive those memories, suggesting a painful past.
And so I stay quiet
Repetition of staying silent, possibly indicating a struggle with expressing emotions.
And so I stay quiet
-And so I stay quiet
-And so I stay quiet
-I never talked about the body
Reiterating the avoidance of discussing the physical body.
There's not much to say about a corpse
There's little to say about a lifeless body, a common topic.
That hasn't been said before
Emphasizing the redundancy of discussing the deceased, as it's been covered.
It's not who you knew anymore
The person is no longer defined by their past connections.
I wasn't always a coward
Admitting a previous lack of courage.
And I never meant to run
Expressing regret for running away, possibly from a challenging situation.
But that wasn't you
Clarifying that the cowardice wasn't directed towards the listener.
They only painted the pieces before they came undone
Metaphorically, people were judged before showing their true selves.
Some brought cards and flowers
Some offered condolences, possibly for a loss.
For your Mom, if not for you
Mentioning gestures for the family, not necessarily the person in question.
I left some smokes for the road
Leaving behind cigarettes, perhaps as a symbolic offering.
Maybe a couple of notes
Possibly leaving messages for the departed.
I looked around for the door
Searching for an exit and escaping.
And I ran through
-I looked around for the door
Repeating the search for an exit and running away.
And I ran
-Well, it's been years now and I'm still smoking
Despite the passage of time, the person still indulges in smoking.
And leaving notes
Continues the habit of leaving notes, possibly as a coping mechanism.
I still can't talk about the body
Unable to discuss the physical body, suggesting ongoing emotional difficulty.
But I can't stop singing about
Expressing an ongoing struggle through singing about the listener.
You
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