In a haunting, downbeat track, the narrator describes a relationship with a complex and perhaps dangerous woman. His feelings for her read as a mix between fear, desire and compulsion.
Comparing the loved one to something terrifying or sublime is a tradition that dates back quite a long way. Perh...
I know she's right behind me now
Without looking back
I know she will untie me; how
Then, will I pay for that?
And like she was the railroad
Like she was the lost world
Like she was the big hand turning back the sea
Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard
Like she was the only thing holding on to me
There is no revolution
Without boots and song
Her foot falls like a banner day
And I will sing along
Like she was the anvil
Like she was the fire bell
Like she was the fever I wear like a crown
Like she was the bomb scare
Threatening with heaven
Like she was the only thing holds me to the ground
She's pretending to be wide awake
To be listening to me
Promises her love to last at least for now
Without a moment's peace
Like she was the tightrope
Like she was the last hope
Like she was Roosevelt's funeral in the street
Like she was the wireless voice out of the jungle
Like she was the only thing calling out to me
Like she was the railroad
Like she was the lost world
Like she was the big hand turning back the sea
Like she was the raging flower in the brick-yard
Like she was the only thing holding on to me