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Let's get together and talk about the modern age
All of our friends were gathered there
With their pets, just talking shit
About how we're all so upset about the disappearing ground
As we watch it melt
It's all of the good that won't come out of us
And how eventually our hands will just turn to dust
If we keep shaking them
Standing here on this frozen lake
I do this thing where I think I'm real sick
But I won't go to the doctor to find out about it
Because they make you stay real still
In a real small space
As they chart up your insides and put them on display
They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it
All of the good that won't come out of me
And all the stupid lies I hide behind
It's such a big mistake
Lying here in your warm embrace
Oh, you're almost home
I've been waiting for you to come in
Dancing around in your old suits
Going crazy in your room again
I think I'll go out and embarrass myself
By getting drunk and falling down in the street
You say I choose sadness
That it never once has chosen me
Maybe you're right
Let's talk about all our friends who lost the war
And all the novels that have yet to be written about them
It's all of the good that won't come out of them
And all the stupid lies they hide behind
It's such a big mistake
Standing here on this frozen lake
It's all of the good that won't come out of me
And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust
If I don't tell you quick
Standing here on this frozen lake
All of our friends were gathered there
With their pets, just talking shit
About how we're all so upset about the disappearing ground
As we watch it melt
It's all of the good that won't come out of us
And how eventually our hands will just turn to dust
If we keep shaking them
Standing here on this frozen lake
I do this thing where I think I'm real sick
But I won't go to the doctor to find out about it
Because they make you stay real still
In a real small space
As they chart up your insides and put them on display
They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it
All of the good that won't come out of me
And all the stupid lies I hide behind
It's such a big mistake
Lying here in your warm embrace
Oh, you're almost home
I've been waiting for you to come in
Dancing around in your old suits
Going crazy in your room again
I think I'll go out and embarrass myself
By getting drunk and falling down in the street
You say I choose sadness
That it never once has chosen me
Maybe you're right
Let's talk about all our friends who lost the war
And all the novels that have yet to be written about them
It's all of the good that won't come out of them
And all the stupid lies they hide behind
It's such a big mistake
Standing here on this frozen lake
It's all of the good that won't come out of me
And how eventually my mouth will just turn to dust
If I don't tell you quick
Standing here on this frozen lake
Lyrics submitted by radiomurder
Track duration: 04:31
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"i do this thing where i think i'm real sick
but i won't go to the doctor to find out about it"
hypochondria. she finds herself so stressed about trivial and often imaginary things and when confronted with them she stands there blankly, staring at the "disappearing ground". the fact is she isn't actually sick--they're just "stupid lies i hide behind".
"you say i choose sadness, that it never once has chosen me
maybe you're right."
everyone's aware it's all in her head--she knows it too--but she can't help going back to the same old thoughts and obsessions, the "dancing around in your old suits" and the not going to the doctor. everyone's fed up with this and is left staring at the disappearing ground.
blathering aside, i do think this is about a relationship, but everyone takes home something different.
I think I'll go out and embarrass myself
By getting drunk and falling down in the street
You say I choose sadness
That it never once has chosen me
Maybe you're right
this part is my favorite... it's like, maybe sometimes the reason people are sad or depressed is because they choose to be...sort of like Munchhausen's syndrome but with emotions.
but her answer is "maybe you're right," and not a flat out "no." that's the best answer she could give.
oh, and i love the getting drunk part, always makes me smile :D
hm.