Czech One
King Krule Lyrics

The train's motion
The singer is describing the movement of a train and the sounds it makes.

Untidy echo
The train's sounds are chaotic and disordered, creating echoes that reverberate.

And she pants
Another person is present and breathing heavily or panting.

She asked me why I'm here but I come here every night
The other person is questioning the artist's presence, but the artist is a frequent visitor to this location.

Do you need to tell her something? No, I need a place to write
The other person asks if the artist has something to tell her, but the artist just needs a space to write.

And as the sea of darkness forms and casts us into night
The darkness of the surrounding area becomes more prevalent and takes over, enveloping both people into its grasp.

You ask me what her name was called but I found it hard to write
The other person inquiries about a female's name, but the singer has difficulty putting it into words on paper.

One time I was impaled, forlorn, and thrown into a pile
The artist describes a past experience where they were wounded and left alone and amongst others.

I said you know where I'm coming from and she looked me in the eye
The artist believes the other person can understand their perspective and makes eye contact with them.

Loverboy, you drown too quick
The other person calls the artist "loverboy" and warns them that they are sinking too swiftly.

You're fading out of sight
The other person observes the singer gradually disappearing.

Is it the numb density? Can't even look her in the eye
The artist questions if it is the thick, tangible atmosphere, making it difficult for them to face the other's gaze.

Where tiny men have been absorbed for questioning the sky
The singer references a place where small individuals have disappeared and were never seen again because of their curiosity about the sky.

To when and where the stars were formed, the glance upon this night
The area makes one ponder about the origin of the stars and how they came to be, in addition to the appearance of the night sky.

Lightyears to sit upon and paint us as we lie
The vastness of space is enormous enough for the stars to observe the actions of humans on earth.

And to think it's us she's wasted on, can't even look her in the eye
The artist believes that the environment is insignificant because it is being wasted on them, and they cannot maintain eye contact with the other person.

See I've found a new place to mourn, she asked me who died
The artist has discovered a new location to grieve, and the other person prompts them to reveal who passed away.

Well, if there's a dark uniform, I need a place to hide
The singer requires a place to escape and conceal themselves if a potentially threatening entity approaches.

As simple as his faith had gone, the burning of the spire
The singer recounts a situation where an individual lost their faith quickly, and pronounces the burning of the spire.

And yet he still searched for warmth but it was cold by the fire
Despite his lack of faith, the person yearned for comfort but could not find it.

She grips me tight, she grips me tight
The other person holds onto the artist tightly, both physically and emotionally.

But I still rip at the seams
Despite their closeness, the artist is struggling within themselves and feels like they are falling apart.

I can't sleep at night, never slept at night
The singer has difficulty sleeping and has never slept well at night.

But she still sits in my dreams
Despite their restless sleep, the other person appears in the artist's dreams.

I'm out of sight, so out of sight
The singer is invisible or hidden, perhaps intentionally.

But she sees what I see, she's watching me
The other person is aware of what the singer sees or experiences and is always paying attention to them.

She's still watching me
The other person is still aware and observant of the singer's journey.