"We lie in our beds, in our graves
Unable to save ourselves
From the quaint tragedies we invent and undo
From the stupid circumstances we slalom through."
At the end of the day, we're all the same. We wake up each morning, dodge various obstacles in this monotonous existence we call life; Everything seems so urgent and large at the time, when really we can't do anything about it, and it's actually all so small.
And of course, the love and all of that. The potentially dangerous, potentially grand, all-being-encompassing sort of love.
"We lie in our beds, in our graves Unable to save ourselves From the quaint tragedies we invent and undo From the stupid circumstances we slalom through."
At the end of the day, we're all the same. We wake up each morning, dodge various obstacles in this monotonous existence we call life; Everything seems so urgent and large at the time, when really we can't do anything about it, and it's actually all so small.
And of course, the love and all of that. The potentially dangerous, potentially grand, all-being-encompassing sort of love.
I adore this song, and the lyrics as well.