I'll give you a nickel for your quarter
Malt liquor for your water
I'll leave you drunk up on the rooftop
Whoa, I'm dancing with the moon
This song is for our salvation
And if you sit here long enough
On this root under this tree
I swear, I will sneak up right beside you
Unlock your heart and set you free
This song to me fits my mood. It's lonely, its aching, it's kind of like a heart breaking in slow motion. Who will sneak up up beside you and set you free? Maybe its not supposed to be deep,or ambiguous, but to me there is a sense of ambiguity here. But it seems like this person (the singer, the subject, etc.) is striving for someone or something that they can't have, or can't help.
There's a quote by Rainer Maria Rilke that I really like. It goes "Do not assume that she who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. Her life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, she would never have been able to find these words" That pretty much sums up how I've been feeling lately. But then I feel guilty that I couldn't do more. I wish I could heal the hurt, calm the storm and wipe away the tears but sometimes I just can't. But I also can't help but keep thinking that it is selfish of me not to try.
Malt liquor for your water
I'll leave you drunk up on the rooftop
Whoa, I'm dancing with the moon
This song is for our salvation
And if you sit here long enough
On this root under this tree
I swear, I will sneak up right beside you
Unlock your heart and set you free
This song to me fits my mood. It's lonely, its aching, it's kind of like a heart breaking in slow motion. Who will sneak up up beside you and set you free? Maybe its not supposed to be deep,or ambiguous, but to me there is a sense of ambiguity here. But it seems like this person (the singer, the subject, etc.) is striving for someone or something that they can't have, or can't help.
There's a quote by Rainer Maria Rilke that I really like. It goes "Do not assume that she who seeks to comfort you now, lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good. Her life may also have much sadness and difficulty, that remains far beyond yours. Were it otherwise, she would never have been able to find these words" That pretty much sums up how I've been feeling lately. But then I feel guilty that I couldn't do more. I wish I could heal the hurt, calm the storm and wipe away the tears but sometimes I just can't. But I also can't help but keep thinking that it is selfish of me not to try.