Stop Talking
Memory Tapes Lyrics


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My God, I can't see how we are in love
What is this fate?
All the time that I believed that I would be lost
If I were alone
Hold it now, hold it now

So this is the last time (yeah) tonight?
One more time, baby, one more time
After time, after time, after time
So this is the last time (yeah) tonight?
One more time, baby, one more time
After time, after time, after time

How'd I forget your touch when I am alone?
Climbing the walls
Hard as I may try to stay apart for myself
There's something I want
Hold it now, hold it now

So this is the last time (yeah) tonight?
One more time, baby, one more time
After time, after time, after time
So this is the last time (yeah) tonight?




One more time, baby, one more time
After time, after time, after time

Overall Meaning

Memory Tapes's song Stop Talking is a melancholic and introspective exploration of love and companionship. The opening lines "My God, I can't see how we are in love / What is this fate?" seem to express a sense of disbelief and confusion about the nature of the relationship. The singer admits having believed that they would be lost if they were alone, suggesting that they rely on their partner for emotional stability, yet they still question the authenticity of their feelings.


As the song progresses, the chorus "So this is the last time (yeah) tonight? / One more time, baby, one more time / After time, after time, after time" is repeated, creating a sense of resignation and acceptance. It's unclear whether the singer is asking their partner for one final night together or if they're simply resigned to the fact that they'll keep repeating this cycle of togetherness and separation.


The second verse "How'd I forget your touch when I am alone? / Climbing the walls / Hard as I may try to stay apart for myself / There's something I want" seems to add to the complexity of the narrative. The singer seems to feel a sense of longing for their partner's touch but also a desire for independence and self-reliance. They seem to be struggling with conflicting desires and emotions, unsure of what they truly want.


Overall, Stop Talking is a poignant reflection on the complexities of love and relationships, and the internal struggles that can come with them. The song evokes a sense of longing, confusion, and ultimately acceptance of the inherently imperfect nature of human connections.


Line by Line Meaning

My God, I can't see how we are in love
I'm unsure of our love's authenticity and wonder if it's real


What is this fate?
Is this predetermined or do we have control over it?


All the time that I believed that I would be lost
I always thought I needed someone to avoid feeling lost


If I were alone
Would being alone make me feel lost or complete?


Hold it now, hold it now
Pause and reflect on what's happening


So this is the last time (yeah) tonight?
Is this goodbye for us?


One more time, baby, one more time
Can we try again?


After time, after time, after time
Will we keep repeating this cycle?


How'd I forget your touch when I am alone?
I can't forget your touch, even when I'm not with you


Climbing the walls
Feeling restless and anxious without you


Hard as I may try to stay apart for myself
I tried to stay away from you for my own good


There's something I want
But ultimately, I still want to be with you


So this is the last time (yeah) tonight?
Are we really saying goodbye for good?


One more time, baby, one more time
Can we give it another chance?


After time, after time, after time
Will we keep repeating this pattern in the future?




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It’s been years since I heard this. I still remember how it blew my fucking mind, what a trip

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