Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hanging Towers of Baltimore’ by A Weather. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A Weather or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Try locking the doors
When there’s no need to
Try turning off the lights
When you leave the room
Try opening a window
When you close a door
Try leaving your clothes
On my bedroom floor
Say “walking away” instead of “leaving”
Say “nothing much has changed now that the locks are,”
And now,
Nothing will blur
Nothing goes blunt
Because of how sharp you were
We broke all our beaks,
Broke all our noses
On all the mirrors; I’m
Flapping my wings,
Flapping my arms
Like I’m putting out a fire
And I
Watch the way
The rain
Gets pushed around
Into shapes
By the curve
Of the wiper blades
How
The fields
Are grey
When they’re far away, and
Are green
By the road
Try standing all day
On the highest branches
Try crossing your eyes
To see the hidden picture
I’m gonna see what you meant
When you said “I love you best”
I’m gonna shake all the trees
To make it snow once again
I’m gonna see it dissolve
Into the pavement
How cold do you have to be
Before it sticks to your
Chest?
It’s nice how things break
So you can fix them
And feel really good
About fixing them
It’s nice how things end
So you can feel good
About starting them
All over again
It’s nice how things break
So you can fix them
And feel really good
About fixing them
It’s nice how things end
So you can feel good
About starting them
All over again
It’s nice how things break
So you can fix them
And feel really good
About fixing them
It’s nice how things end
So you can feel good
About starting them
All over again
It’s nice how things break
So you can fix them
And feel really good
(And I
Watch the way
The rain
Gets pushed around
Into shapes
By the curve
Of the wiper blades;
How
The fields
Are grey
When they’re far away, and
Are green
By the road)
It’s
Nice
How
Things
Break, so
You can
Try
Not the breathe
So hard
There’s glass between me
And you,
And now,
It’s fogging up
I
Can’t see
The way
You’re missing me
What
It does
To your eyes
It’s
Nice
How
Things
End, so
You can
Trace
What you want
To say
On the condensation
Some words
A line
From your favorite song
But write
It backwards, cos I’m
On the other side, and I
See the mirror
Image
I
Watch the way
The rain
Gets pushed around
Into shapes
By the curve
Of the wiper blades
How
The fields
Are grey
When they’re far away
And
Are green
By the road