Love Is an Unmade Bed
Nerina Pallot Lyrics


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Good times and bad times, the love that we shared
Now you sleep on the sofa and I don't care
Times I'd reach for your hand and you'd always be there

So what we can we do but divide up our books
And our records and field all our friends' funny looks
You take the TV and I'll take the bed or a chair
I found an old photo from when we first met
When I still wore your clothes and we'd just stay in bed
On Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays I'd skip work for you instead

Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
Love is an unmade bed
Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
Love is an unmade bed

You and me babe, we're a vaudeville show
All jazz hands and kisses, nobody would know
Dying inside, but always a life and a soul

Like brother and sister, none closer than we
When you say that you're tired, I'm secretly relieved
But I try to see you again
To see you like the first time

And sometimes I glimpse us before we were us
Before we had bills, before we had stuff
Before we bought suitable wine for our meals
And bought records instead

Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
Love is an unmade bed
Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
Yeah, love is an unmade bed

Doo doo doo

I see you again in a year, maybe two
At a wedding or birthday and you have moved on
And just for a moment I choke
Then the moment is gone

Just for a second I'll question it
All nostalgic and trying to hide it




Then I'll snuff out that thought in this manner
The issue decided

Overall Meaning

The song "Love Is an Unmade Bed" by Nerina Pallot talks about the ups and downs of a romantic relationship, which has come to an end. The lyrics describe the difficulties of accepting that the love is not what it used to be, and both parties have to divide up their belongings, including books, records, and even the bed. Pallot reminisces about the good times shared by the couple, such as staying in bed for long hours and skipping work just to be with each other. However, as time passed, their relationship has become stale and unfulfilling, and they had to move on.


The metaphor of love as an unmade bed gives the impression that the couple has become too comfortable with each other, and their love has lost its passion and drive. Similarly, the metaphor of love as a rock, not a straight jacket, suggests that love can be strong and sturdy but not constricting, and shouldn't be used as a means of control.


In the end, the singer accepts that the relationship has come to an end and reflects on how life moves on, even though it's hard to let go. The lyric "Just for a second I'll question it, all nostalgic and trying to hide it, then I'll snuff out that thought in this manner, the issue decided" implies that although the singer has a moment of weakness and wishes things were different, they ultimately accept and move on with their separate lives.


Line by Line Meaning

Good times and bad times, the love that we shared
We had our ups and downs, but our love was real and we shared it.


Now you sleep on the sofa and I don't care
Things have changed and you're sleeping on the couch, but I'm indifferent to it.


Times I'd reach for your hand and you'd always be there
In the past, whenever I needed you, you were always there to hold my hand.


So what we can we do but divide up our books
We have to split up our possessions, like books, as we move on from each other.


And our records and field all our friends' funny looks
Our friends might make fun of us for dividing up our possessions, but it's something we have to do.


You take the TV and I'll take the bed or a chair
We have to split up all our belongings, which includes the TV and the bed or a chair.


I found an old photo from when we first met
I came across a photograph of us from when we first met.


When I still wore your clothes and we'd just stay in bed
There was a time when I used to wear your clothes and we would spend all day in bed.


On Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays I'd skip work for you instead
I used to skip work on weekends just to spend time with you instead.


Oh love is a rock, not a straight jacket
Love should be strong and supportive, not suffocating.


Love is an unmade bed
Love is messy, imperfect and comfortable, like an unmade bed.


You and me babe, we're a vaudeville show
We're like performers in a comedy show, we put on a good act for others but inside, things are different.


All jazz hands and kisses, nobody would know
Our public persona involves a lot of affection, but nobody knows the loneliness and sadness we feel inside.


Dying inside, but always a life and a soul
We might be struggling inside, but we always manage to put on a good front and keep things lively.


Like brother and sister, none closer than we
Our relationship is so close, it's like we're siblings.


When you say that you're tired, I'm secretly relieved
When you say you're tired, I'm secretly relieved because I know I won't have to try as hard to please you.


But I try to see you again, to see you like the first time
Even though things have changed, I still want to see you and remember the way we used to be when we first met.


And sometimes I glimpse us before we were us
I sometimes remember a time before we became who we are, with all our responsibilities and possessions.


Before we had bills, before we had stuff
Before we had to worry about financial responsibilities and accumulating possessions.


Before we bought suitable wine for our meals
Before we started buying things that were considered suitable for our social status, like wine.


And bought records instead
Instead of buying the things we thought were suitable for us, we used to just buy records and enjoy them together.


Yeah, love is an unmade bed
Love is like an unmade bed. It's comfortable, messy, and imperfect.


I see you again in a year, maybe two
I may see you again in a year or two, maybe at a wedding or a birthday.


At a wedding or birthday and you have moved on
When we meet again, you may have moved on from our relationship.


And just for a moment I choke
Just for a moment, I feel a surge of emotion and I'm choked up.


Then the moment is gone
But the moment passes quickly and I carry on with my life.


Just for a second I'll question it
For a brief moment, I'll question our relationship and where we stand now.


All nostalgic and trying to hide it
I'll feel nostalgic about our past and try to hide it from others and myself.


Then I'll snuff out that thought in this manner
I'll quickly shut down that thought and move on.


The issue decided
It's settled in my mind that we have moved on and our relationship is over.




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