Playhouses
TV on the Radio Lyrics

I said
Starting with remark or admonition.

Playhouses
Places where we used to seek solace.

Swept away by the river now
Even the happiest moments of the past are now gone and lost like they were washed away by the river.

Confound me
Perplex me by every means.

Sound me out now
Ask me thorough, open-ended questions to understand me.

Like a crayon in your hand
I am malleable and vulnerable in your control, at your mercy.

And whos little girl are you now
You are no longer a little girl; I am wondering who you have become now.

Oh, I'd ask for this dance
I would love to have this chance, this opportunity to be with you.

But I know you play like you don't know
I understand that you are acting ignorant or pretending not to care.

What your coarse smile exposes
Your smile may seem rough, but it reveals how you truly feel.

A recent memory of when we shit off in a
A fresh recollection of when we disregarded it all in some place.

And I know the woman shining down
I am well acquainted with the kind of lady that you are being right now.

So for who?
Thus, for whom are you pretending to be like this?

Beneath the cigarrettes and sugar shit of alchol breath
Behind your smoking and drinking, you are no different than the rest of us who are struggling.

I can taste the ocean on your tongue
I can perceive a hint of the vastness of emotions hidden behind your silence.

Remember when we sat on the side walk
Recalling the moment when we sat on the sidewalk.

Of your cold block
Your lifeless community.

Against the wall
Feeling trapped, not sure which direction to go.

Under the stars
As if seeking guidance from the universe.

Talking about love meaning
Engaging in deep conversation regarding the concept and true nature of love.

Well, I wasn't dreaming
What we discussed wasn't mere imagination or wishful thinking.

I meant every word
Every word I said was sincere and genuine.

Just to know your demons
I wanted to learn about your struggles and innermost emotions.

Do you know mine, babe?
Asking if you also have taken the time to truly understand and relate to my turmoil.

Are we wastin time, babe?
Are we spending our lives fruitlessly?

Playhouses on dead life (haunted life)
The fun of our past no longer exists due to the burden and trauma in our present.

Broken spirits
Our souls are damaged and weary.

Just trying to get high
We are merely attempting to escape from reality.

Yeah we chose these cards
We accepted our fate and present circumstances as a form of life we chose to live.

But the weather changed
External conditions changed.

And the river froze and when it thawed
All progress stopped, and it took a while to recover and start again.

It was running backwards and dry now
Things were not improving, and life was deteriorating.

I suppose it's appropriate to cry now
We all feel sadness, and it's okay to let these emotions show.

Oh wasted time
We let the time slip away without truly living life to the fullest.

And naked lies
There are harsh realities that we cannot ignore or pretend do not exist.

Still get wasted sometimes
We slip up and make mistakes, but we continue to try and improve our lives.