The haze of alcoholism (or this song could apply to any other addiction), not being able to trust what you think or say, knowing you’re hurting the ones you love. Being aware of all this but not being able to escape the addiction.
Incredibly sad song.
Miles above the ground below
No particular place to go
Flying higher
Stumble back home to the news at 10
Catch a thought
Let it go again
Flying higher
It's a long way down
Down's not where I want to be
And if these days would never end
If laughter was my very oldest friend
Not a growing trend
Where what I have I always tend to lose
By dancing in the devil's shoes
The clock strikes 10 at the edge of doubt
Nothing I know is my world right now
Play on, play on
And could I see my soul turn blue
Cross the sun
Get burnt for you
Play on
Play on
It's a long way home
When home is the violet sky
And there's a storm in every bottle of wine
There's a ghost that finds me every single time I think of the games we'll miss
The playground and the avarice
Oh I should learn to know what to keep
What to let go
Talking out loud is not a good thing to do
When you're dancing in the devil's shoes
And I wish your face was just your face
And not the moonlight's chosen resting place
How can the world compare?
It's just a planet when you're not there
Come watch me hit the ground
With the most fantastic sound
Talking out loud is not a good thing to do
When you're dancing in the devil's shoes
Dancing in the devil's shoes
Miles above the ground below