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Against Grace Lyrics


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i can't remember the last time
That I felt like something good happened
You left these photographs out for me
To see and remember the good times

And I will live in the echoes of
My song until something good happens
Rainbows and butterfly kisses hold
Me down and keep me asleep at night
And I can't even write home about
These things that cross my radio

I won't ever let you forget
Just what you gave and took away
When will the thought of you fade
Just like another song I wrote for you

And I will live in the echoes of
My song until something good happens

Rainbows and butterfly kisses hold
Me down and keep me asleep at night
And I can't even write home about
These things that cross my radio

I can't write, write home
Of these dark, these things
That cross my, my radio
I can't write, write home

Rainbows and butterfly kisses hold
Me down and keep me asleep at night
And I can't even write home about
These things that cross my radio (x2)




My radio, my radio, my radio, my radio
My radio, my radio, my radio, my radio

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of the song, "I can't remember the last time that I felt like something good happened," reveal the melancholic mood of the singer. He's reminiscing on past times, specifically the memories captured in the photographs left behind by someone close to him. The sentimentality of the pictures effectively takes him back to the good times but doesn't offer solace for the present. In a way, he uses these memories as a musical escape from his current situation, living in the echoes of his song. He's waiting for something good to happen but is currently stuck in a downward spiral of sadness.


As the song progresses, he goes on to mention "rainbows and butterfly kisses hold me down and keep me asleep at night." This line suggests we can still find pleasure in the small things of life. However, he's still feeling helpless about his thoughts, "I can't even write home about these things that cross my radio." The singer recognizes the effect that their absence has had on them, and they won't ever let them forget it. They continue to write songs about them, hoping for a change and something good to happen.


In summary, the song tells the story of someone who is struggling to find joy in everyday life, still waiting for something good to happen. Living in the echoes of their song, they hold on to happy memories and use them as an escape. The lyrics suggest that we can still find pleasure in the small things of life though they may not be enough and hope for something good to happen.


Line by Line Meaning

i can't remember the last time
I cannot recall the last time I experienced something good.


That I felt like something good happened
That I felt genuinely happy about something.


You left these photographs out for me
You left behind photographs for me to look back on.


To see and remember the good times
To remind me of the positive memories we shared.


And I will live in the echoes of
I will continue to reside in the remnants of


My song until something good happens
My melody until I experience true positivity.


Rainbows and butterfly kisses hold
Beautiful moments and loving embraces secure


Me down and keep me asleep at night
Me in my calmest state of slumber.


And I can't even write home about
And I cannot even communicate these things to anyone.


These things that cross my radio
These things I encounter on the radio.


I won't ever let you forget
I will not allow you to overlook


Just what you gave and took away
What you gave and what you took with you when you left.


When will the thought of you fade
When will the memory of you cease to be present.


Just like another song I wrote for you
Just like another tune I composed about you.


I can't write, write home
I cannot compose and report back home about


Of these dark, these things
These depressing and negative things.


That cross my, my radio
Which I come across on my radio.


My radio, my radio, my radio, my radio
Over and over again, the source of my despondency.




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Johnny Vazquez

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