About trying to hang on to things - a relationship and its rituals; our youth and its vitality. About how disorienting it is to lose the things that matter to us.
lyrics
I remember names we used to trade, or bonds we'd formed with little turns of phrase. We'd consecrate every place in our history, obscuring our mistakes. And now the words we used before, we don't say them anymore. I know the shape my mouth made but I'm not sure what for. And all our nouns and adjectives, they're like a dead language. I don't want to lose what all those words meant. I remember chords my fingers used to form. I'd lie down on my old bedroom floor and try to find more. Now my strings rust to the core. We'll find new sounds just like we swore.