Connector
A Lot Like Birds Lyrics

Go through solid stages not noticing me.
The singer feels invisible to others as they move through life and their own personal struggles.

Hands hold tightly. No one shares.
Despite how hard life gets, the singer feels like they must carry their burdens alone because others are not willing to share them.

Doll it up! At the rate the paint is peeling off the wall, We'll need to cover it! Before it all falls apart! Oh, it'll all fall apart.
The singer is using this metaphor of peeling paint to represent the way things in life can fall apart if they are not properly maintained or given attention.

Truss it up! At the rate the skin is sloughing off our bones, They'll need to bury us. Because we all fall apart. Yeah, we all fall apart.
The artist uses this metaphor of skin sloughing off of bones to represent the way that we all inevitably age and decay, eventually reaching the end of our lives.

The open mouths of these rooms are connected By a hallway, dark and narrow, That we pass through like marrow through bone. And we do it alone.
The artist is using this description of a dark and narrow hallway connecting rooms to represent the difficulties of life, and how we often feel like we must navigate them alone.

I miss the point and wish I still didn't dream. A taste gone mad, a sweet sadness, my favorite feeling. The whispering walls sound like an endless corridor And at this rate, all the paint is peeling off the walls. And all I want to do is chase it (before it all falls apart) Down the hall made out of frozen faces.
The singer is reflecting on their own sense of disconnection and difficulty understanding the world around them. The paint peeling off the walls is again used as a metaphor for decay and the singer's desire to catch up before it's too late.

Expressionless, eyes to the ground and lips locked tight, Ever so quiet, ever so quiet. And I never choose to taste hallucinations of what I've seen. Because I don't see the difference between chasing ghosts in dreams And chasing dreams in life.
The singer is observing how many people around them seem to be going through life without experiencing it fully. They feel like they are chasing an illusion, and can't tell the difference between their dreams and reality.

All the ones still close to us Are the ones that most of us Still don't see. Still don't see the way.
The artist is reflecting on how we can often miss important things or people that are close to us because they blend in with the background of our lives.

I would have thought that it could be the sympathetic solution, Disillusion. And if I stayed or left would you notice more or less of my existence?
The artist is considering whether leaving or staying in a situation will make any difference to the people around them, and whether they will be noticed or remembered regardless of their choices.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the ghost stutter-stepping like strobe lights, Ever-inching closer, but always out of reach. So I hold my breath and keep it under my tongue And wait until both of my lungs are filled. If I count to ten, will it all go away?
The artist is haunted by the feeling that something is approaching them, and they are not sure what it is or how to stop it. They are holding their breath, as though trying to avoid being noticed or discovered.

A difference in tension, Intention and force applied. Cast aside or passing by People as canvases: blank outside and bleak inside. We learned (and it caused other things asunder) To stay (and avoiding all the turmoil) Out of the way of each other.
The singer muses on how we can often end up being indifferent or uncaring towards others, which can lead to misunderstandings and disconnection. They acknowledge that sometimes it is easier to avoid people rather than face the conflict that can arise from close relationships.

Always colliding with the things that we had tried hard to avoid We just bury them, close our eyes, cover it up. But what was buried managed to unlock the door Even though we had boarded them, nailed them shut, hid the keys. Will we (in for it now) ever (board up the house) find happiness?! Clarity?! Peace of mind?
The artist is talking about how we often try to avoid difficult situations or emotions, only for them to resurface later on. They fear that it may be too late to find happiness or clarity, after having buried away so many of their struggles.

And now we sit in what was built on our dreams. A space, now sad, speaks madness, attempts concealing The crumbling walls. It feels like our time is getting short. And it's too late cause all the paint is lying on the floor. Did we selfishly erase it? (And we have all ignored the fault.) Busy filling mirrors with our damn faces? Circling flaws that we find without respite. What do we find? What do we find?
The singer feels like they are living in the ruins of their own dreams, and reflects on how little time they may have left to make things right. They question whether they have been selfish in ignoring their problems, and how much of their struggles could have been avoided if they had only been more self-aware.

And in the meantime, All the vultures circle us in hopes to feed. Because they don't see the difference between Death disguised as life and life with lifeless eyes.
The singer is saying that, in the midst of our struggles, there are always people who are willing to take advantage of us. They feel like these people cannot tell the difference between true life and death-like existence.

The open mouths close!
The singer is signaling the end of their reflection or observation.