Story Behind The Song
The only song more or less directly inspired by my immigrant experience (moving from Latvia to the United States at the age of 16), with some fairly private imagery ("seagulls in the hospital car park").
Song Description
A simple, quiet but dynamic, pop song with a pretty melody that belies themes of displacement, travel and loneliness.
Song Length |
3:08 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Serene, Poignant |
Subject |
Change, General |
Similar Artists |
R.E.M., The Cure |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
You're the one that survived
Shards of glass in cocktail ice.
There is not much to do,
There is not much to those who do it.
Pick up your pots and pans,
Move to a brand new place.
There's nothing in this world
That couldn't be replaced in time.
And I know why.
You're a mess and I feel half alive.
We all tend to, at times.
Born in a seaside town,
All resorts look the same.
Seagulls in a hospital car park.
How did I get away?
Pack up your pots and pans,
Move to a brand new place.
There's nothing in this world
That couldn't be retraced to you.
And I know why.
You're a mess and I feel half alive.
We all tend to, at times.