Story Behind the Song
A fairly personal song. Mostly about not knowing which end is up. Sometimes you don't know how to feel. I guess that's what this song's saying - pick a view, any view. It's not an antagonistic song - well maybe it is a little. Not sure, really.
Lyrics
When a man is condemned for being himself
You can put your books of wisdom back on the shelf
That doesn't seem right.
Unlocked, put off, my child, my skin
I talked to the layers
I grin and then I touch your skin
In books like before, no way to look out
Resemblance in fiction
I shout and then I fall about
Your feet, Oh my God, relatively unlike
I talked to the layers tonight
I'll drown in dreams painted white tonight
Dreams with no light tonight
We were so close to tender and so far away from what seemed right
When the conditions went to Hell
That's just as well, that's just as well
So far it seems right.
So far it seems right.
"Is" turns to "should" in times of no thought
In times like my own, facts are what they're not.
That doesn't seem right.
Locked down, ripped off, their child, their skin
Don't talk to the liars
They'll grin and then they'll torch your skin
Or books like before, no way to look out
Resemblance in fiction
They shout and then they'll fall about
Your feet, Oh my God, relatively unlike
I talked to the liars tonight
I'll drown in dreams painted white tonight
Dreams with no light tonight
We were so close to tender and so far away from what seemed right
When the conditions went to Hell
That's just as well, that's just as well
So far it seems right.
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