Check Baby

Lost Grace: A Tale of Reflection and Memory
Be the first to rate this song

Lyrics

Check, baby, before you come and knock my door

Reminder to assess oneself before approaching

No lady should be caught with a man who looks so poor

Advising against being seen with someone who appears impoverished

I know you feel it when you bite your bottom lip

Suggesting awareness of sensuality through body language

But the maquillage lets whoever slip

Makeup disguises one's true self

And I miss the days

Nostalgia for a past time

When you were these eyes

Desiring the previous genuine gaze from the person

Felt good to think

Believing in possessing the other's elegance

That your grace was mine

Expression of losing individual identity

But you lost your face

Noticed absence of identity or personality

Somewhere in the night

Complete absence of memory

Without a trace

Characterizing boldness as a prayer for violence

All memory was wiped

Questioning if one would sacrifice on behalf of the speaker

Check baby your chutzpah is an orison for gore

Questioning the expectation of loyalty or commitment

So while you're waiting would you bleed out on my blemished floor?

Asking if one truly believed in staying together

Did you really think we'd stick around?

Nostalgia for a past time

What for?

Questioning reasons for staying in a relationship

And I miss the days

Desiring the previous genuine gaze from the person

When you were these eyes

Believing in possessing the other's elegance

Felt good to think

Expression of losing individual identity

That your grace was mine

Noticed absence of identity or personality

But you lost your face

Complete absence of memory

Somewhere in the night

Noticing someone drawing another person away

Without a trace

Learning and aging despite experiences

All memory was wiped

Nostalgia for a past time

Check, baby, you teased another out of the cold

Observing someone luring someone else away

Toss and turn

Indicating an ongoing cycle of life and experience

Live and learn

Continuing to accumulate wisdom despite aging

Still, I'm getting old

Desiring the previous genuine gaze from the person

And I miss the days

Believing in possessing the other's elegance

When you were these eyes

Expression of losing individual identity

Felt good to think

Noticed absence of identity or personality

That your grace was mine

Complete absence of memory

But you lost your face

Desiring the previous genuine gaze from the person

Somewhere in the night

Believing in possessing the other's elegance

Without a trace

Expression of losing individual identity

All memory was wiped

Noticed absence of identity or personality

And I miss the days

Complete absence of memory

When you were these eyes

Nostalgia for a past time

Felt good to think

Questioning the belief in possessing the other's elegance

That your grace was mine

Expression of losing individual identity

But you lost your face

Noticed absence of identity or personality

Somewhere in the night

Complete absence of memory

Without a trace

Nostalgia for a past time

All memory was wiped

Reflection on a total loss of memory

Similar Songs

Comment