In this poignant piece by Death Cab for Cutie, the lyrics delve into the cyclical nature of relationships and the emotional turbulence accompanying them. The narrator reflects on repetitive patterns of highs and lows, encapsulating the continuous struggle to maintain connection amidst inevitable decline. The line "we slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again" metaphorically illustrates the repetitive cycle of relational conflict and reconciliation. The anticipation and anxiety linked to waiting for something to go wrong suggest a sense of foreboding and inevitability in relational dynamics. The imagery of taking a book off the shelf underscores a desire to understand and revisit past experiences to navigate present predicaments. This exploration of emotional inertia and unresolved tension renders a profound commentary on the complexities and often inescapable cycles within intimate relationships. #RelationshipCycles #EmotionalStruggle #Anxiety #Introspection
Expo '86
Lyrics
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
Sometimes it seems that I don't have the skills to recollect
The twists and turns of plot that turned us from lovers to friends
I'm thinking I should take that volume back up off the shelf
And crack it's weary spine and read to help remind myself
But if I move my place in line, I'll lose
And I have waited, the anticipation's got me glued
I am waiting for something to wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved
And it's strange
They're all basically the same
So I don't ask names anymore
Sometimes I think this cycle never ends
We slide from top to bottom and we turn and climb again
And it seems by the time that I have figured what it's worth
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
The squeaking of our skin against the steel has gotten worse
Writer(s): Benjamin Gibbard, Christopher Walla
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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