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Wish I could say it breaks my heart
Like you did in the beginning
Its not that we grew apart
A nightingale no longer singing
Its something I know you can't do
Separate sex with emotion
I sleep alone the sun comes up
Your still clinging to that notion
Every thing is slowing down
River of no return
Recognize my every sound
There is nothing new to learn
You'll never get my mind right
Like two ships passing in the night
In the night, in the night
Want the same thing where we lay
Otherwise mines a different way
A different way from where I'm going
Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion
So sorry if I turn my head
Yours is a familiar face
But that don't make your place safe
In my bed, my bed, my bed
I never thought my memory
Of what we had could be intruded
But I couldn't let it be
I needed it as much as you did
Now its not hard to understand
Why we just speak at night
The only time I hold your hand
Is to get the angle right
Everything is slowing down
River of no return
You recognize my every sound
There's nothing new to learn
You'll never get my mind right
Like two ships passing in the night
In the night in the night
Want the same thing where we lay
Otherwise mine's a different way
A different way from where I'm going
Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion
So sorry if I turn my head
Yours is a familiar face
But that don't make your place safe
In my bed, my bed, my ba ba dee dee bed
Like you did in the beginning
Its not that we grew apart
A nightingale no longer singing
Its something I know you can't do
Separate sex with emotion
I sleep alone the sun comes up
Your still clinging to that notion
Every thing is slowing down
River of no return
Recognize my every sound
There is nothing new to learn
You'll never get my mind right
Like two ships passing in the night
In the night, in the night
Want the same thing where we lay
Otherwise mines a different way
A different way from where I'm going
Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion
So sorry if I turn my head
Yours is a familiar face
But that don't make your place safe
In my bed, my bed, my bed
I never thought my memory
Of what we had could be intruded
But I couldn't let it be
I needed it as much as you did
Now its not hard to understand
Why we just speak at night
The only time I hold your hand
Is to get the angle right
Everything is slowing down
River of no return
You recognize my every sound
There's nothing new to learn
You'll never get my mind right
Like two ships passing in the night
In the night in the night
Want the same thing where we lay
Otherwise mine's a different way
A different way from where I'm going
Oh, its you again listen this isn't a reunion
So sorry if I turn my head
Yours is a familiar face
But that don't make your place safe
In my bed, my bed, my ba ba dee dee bed
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I'm probably way too polite to ever speak to any lover of mine that way, current OR ex, ('cause I'm Canadian, and some stereotypes exist for a reason), but I just love the way she is so unabashed (and sometimes insulting) in her attitudes towards her male companions, in this song and a few others ('Stronger Than Me' being the most prominent example I can think of right now). She had some real brass balls, I tells ya.
All that being said, there is still a small glimmer of compassion here. Yes, she is looking down on him a little bit for being such a "chick" and not being able to enjoy a bit of ex-sex without getting all sentimental ("The only time I hold your hand is to get the angle right" is a genius line), but she also acknowledges that she probably shouldn't be doing this and feels bad about it, because she knows it hurts him. It sounds like she has been hooking up with him post-breakup for a while now, and while he has always been up-front about the fact that being with her physically makes him ache to be with her again, she just can't bring herself to reciprocate those feelings ("Wish I could say it breaks my heart"...)
Still, she continues to give him false hope because she has an itch and he's the most readily-available guy to scratch it. She doesn't want him back, but she can't be bothered to put herself out there and go through all the initial anxiety and uncertainty of a new relationship, so she takes the easier route of going back to something easily attainable and familiar to satisfy her sexual needs.