Lyrics
It's OK. It's alright. Go back to bed now, everything is fine
Assurance and comfort, urging to go back to sleep with the belief that everything is fine.
But I don't buy it all, oh no. I can feel it in the rag and the bone
Expressing skepticism, sensing a deeper truth or reality in the details of life (rag and bone).
That everything has changed in my life
Acknowledging a significant transformation in personal life.
And I'll be picking up the pieces 'til I die
Commitment to dealing with the aftermath and challenges until death.
It's no life
Reflection on the difficulty or hardship of the current situation.
How long's the wait into heaven, anyway?
Pondering the duration of the journey to heaven and its uncertainties.
I imagine a single-file procession slowly creeping past the gates
Imagining a slow and orderly procession towards heaven, emphasizing the contemplation of the afterlife.
And how much say do we really have in anything we do?
Raising questions about the extent of control one has over life choices.
Does everyone become a ghost?
Ruminating on the idea of everyone becoming a ghost after death.
Who haunts where, and who haunts who?
Exploring the concept of haunting and being haunted.
When you died, did you slip through a crack in the floorboards?
Speculating on the manner in which someone passed away, symbolized by slipping through a crack in the floorboards.
Did your spirit slip out through the back door?
Wondering if the spirit departed discreetly, suggesting a quiet exit.
Did your soul float up through the ceiling?
Contemplating the ascent of the soul through the ceiling after death.
You know that's what I grew up believing
Connecting personal beliefs to childhood notions about the afterlife.
How long's the wait into heaven, anyway?
Reiteration of the uncertainty regarding the duration of the journey to heaven.
I envision miles of torrid ocean, black and boundless in its length
Imagining a vast and tumultuous ocean, symbolizing the unknown challenges of the afterlife.
All my loved ones stacked in limbo, bodies making up the waves
Visualizing loved ones in a state of limbo, forming part of a larger existential wave.
Calling out in tongues through the gnashing of their teeth
Describing a state of distress and communication in the afterlife.
When you died, did you slip through a crack in the floorboards?
Repeating the question about the manner of death, emphasizing uncertainty.
Did your spirit slip out through the back door?
Repeating the speculation about a discreet departure of the spirit after death.
Did your soul float up through the ceiling?
Reiterating the contemplation of the ascent of the soul after death.
You know that's what we all like believing
Highlighting the universal nature of such beliefs and speculations.
I need to see some wild birds
Expressing a personal need to witness the untamed beauty of nature, potentially seeking solace or meaning.
I need to feel like it's worth it
Desiring a sense of purpose and significance in life.
I need a reason to go on
Expressing a search for a compelling reason to continue living.
'Cause I can't stop my mind
Acknowledging the difficulty in quieting the mind, suggesting ongoing existential contemplation.
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