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With my toes dangling into the sea,
Into a fog, into a lonely drink
Don't lift me up,
I'm a wreck, I know
Still, I've got miles to walk from the cape along the coast
And we'll play helicopter in the sand
And bite our thumbs at the acquaintances,
And make it known we're on par for the evening,
And take the butcher's knife through my words again
Then, in walk, the mannered men
With their smoke-screened eyes
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high
And you will know from this
That it's all to start.
Our glasses clink,
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts
All night like a friendly ghost
We haunt the ins and outs of this house of our gracious host
And give thanks, but not much helps.
And so here is where we give the toast:
Cheers to the wives of the drunks
Cheers to the husbands that tag along for good luck
Cheers to the miles it took to get here
Cheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are
Then, in walk, the mannered men
With their smoke-screened eyes
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high
And you will know from this
That it's all to start.
Our glasses clink,
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts
Into a fog, into a lonely drink
Don't lift me up,
I'm a wreck, I know
Still, I've got miles to walk from the cape along the coast
And we'll play helicopter in the sand
And bite our thumbs at the acquaintances,
And make it known we're on par for the evening,
And take the butcher's knife through my words again
Then, in walk, the mannered men
With their smoke-screened eyes
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high
And you will know from this
That it's all to start.
Our glasses clink,
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts
All night like a friendly ghost
We haunt the ins and outs of this house of our gracious host
And give thanks, but not much helps.
And so here is where we give the toast:
Cheers to the wives of the drunks
Cheers to the husbands that tag along for good luck
Cheers to the miles it took to get here
Cheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are
Then, in walk, the mannered men
With their smoke-screened eyes
And the sequined girls
With their skirts hemmed high
And you will know from this
That it's all to start.
Our glasses clink,
And our plastic swords stab our olive hearts
Lyrics submitted by rafik
Track duration: 05:29
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"Still I've got miles to walk from the cape along the coast"
There's still lots of time left in his life, he's still very young and he has to live a long time with the consequences of this decision.
"And we'll play helicopter in the sand ... And take the butcher's knife through my words again"
We'll stop growing up for a second, let's get our minds off of aging and have a little bit of fun before we can't anymore.
Then the chorus is the party, the men with the smoke-screened eyes could probably be high. The sequined girls are partiers. I like the idea that the character's heart is with the olive at the bottom of the martini, that really works with the character I have in mind.
The next verse is most likely the realization that they're out of place. They try not to show it but they still feel like friendly ghosts. Because they couldn't entirely escape their lives, when they cheer they cheer for slightly sadder things. But the next chorus comes and once again the party begins.
Possibly.
and theres a theme of having your family and friends around you however. but we need to get through our own personal problems so we can progress