Post by Julie on Jun 19, 2007 14:55:47 GMT -5
Beauty of Speed
We climbed through the canopy
Only to find a crack in our gauge
The last thing
A look you gave
And then we tumbled out of control
I tried to strike a deal with
The universe
Me and my deals with the universe
Smacked up side of the head
With the harsh of daylight
So simple last evening
The beauty of speed
Afraid we've been changin'
In a way I wasn't lovin'
Feel those colors changing
The beauty of speed
I'm comin' back for more
Out of a black and white world
Past a shooting star
The beauty of speed
See the colors changing
Even still
I was built
To tolerate your temper-ature
It fluctuates
So I must break
Through the bleak of winter
Through your latest barrier
Your latest barrier
I think this is about a relationship going too fast. The passion of the moment and then when she's hit with the reality of this person's personality ("Smacked upside of the head with the harsh of daylight") rather than their tempting allure, ("so simple last evening. The beauty of speed.") she's stuck and doesn't know what to do because there is a deep connection that she loves, but it comes with a lot of baggage and issues that she doesn't know if she can handle. ("We climbed through the canopy only to find a crack in our gauge. The last thing, a look you gave, and then we tumbled out of control.") ("I was built to tolerate your temper-ature. It fluctuates so I must break through the bleak of winter. Through your latest barrier.") I love her play on words with the "temper-ature".
We climbed through the canopy
Only to find a crack in our gauge
The last thing
A look you gave
And then we tumbled out of control
I tried to strike a deal with
The universe
Me and my deals with the universe
Smacked up side of the head
With the harsh of daylight
So simple last evening
The beauty of speed
Afraid we've been changin'
In a way I wasn't lovin'
Feel those colors changing
The beauty of speed
I'm comin' back for more
Out of a black and white world
Past a shooting star
The beauty of speed
See the colors changing
Even still
I was built
To tolerate your temper-ature
It fluctuates
So I must break
Through the bleak of winter
Through your latest barrier
Your latest barrier
I think this is about a relationship going too fast. The passion of the moment and then when she's hit with the reality of this person's personality ("Smacked upside of the head with the harsh of daylight") rather than their tempting allure, ("so simple last evening. The beauty of speed.") she's stuck and doesn't know what to do because there is a deep connection that she loves, but it comes with a lot of baggage and issues that she doesn't know if she can handle. ("We climbed through the canopy only to find a crack in our gauge. The last thing, a look you gave, and then we tumbled out of control.") ("I was built to tolerate your temper-ature. It fluctuates so I must break through the bleak of winter. Through your latest barrier.") I love her play on words with the "temper-ature".
