The song’s title appears to be a reference to a line by Karl Marx, namely, that “history repeats itself… first as tragedy, then as farce.”
In the case of the narrator, it seems that the history repeating itself can be examined on several layers: the singer laments the loss of their love, they lamen...
I'm aimless amongst connoisseurs
I'm a stranger to these troubles
Why can't I pick you up?
You’re sheer like the cliffs that you jump off from
I watch you closer than a...
You picked me up again
From the bottom of my bay
My sun soaked skin
It's a subtle feeling
To find yourself in
The place we’ve all been missing
My sun soaked skin
It's a subtle feeling
To find yourself in
The place we've all been missing
I missed you more when we were alone
I miss the breakers breaking everything I've known
I missed you more when we were alone
I miss the breakers breaking skin right off my bones
You've held on
I've been around
You've been remiss
End your own gains in lieu of this
You've held on
It's in the past I can't remember
Because it reminds me
We're an act
We're a farce
It's better that we don't
If the Gods are fair then I am fucked
I am my father’s son
My sun soaked skin
It's a subtle feeling
To find yourself in
The place we’ve all been missing
My sun soaked skin
It's a subtle feeling
To find yourself in
The place we’ve all been missing