Her Tongue Was Tattooed On The Back Of Her Teeth
Old Gray Lyrics


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And every moment I lose without you, fighting interference between my mind and the tip of my tongue, I am lost. Tripping over my words, over insanity, racking my every thought, drowning this conviction behind an apathetic mask. A numberless cigarette lit twixt my fingers, burning like the fire that beauty held in your eyes, piercing me like a conscience, shattering the glass of memory reflecting my imperfections, smoldering bridges sinking behind me in hopes for a second chance. So embrace me, dreams, for you are mine; awake to a whirlwind staying swift through my fingers, my dream of you was all I had. So give me a heart where I can't feel, for all I need in my life is that which eludes me, that which I let get away, remaining a haunting thought of what could have been.
Can you feel my beating heart? Buried beneath the backyard- the place we used to live, where we stood on our own. We were rooted in this home. Where we exhaled our last breath and watched the summer fade to blackness.
We held our hands tight and spoke softly of the distance, as to which our hearts were to lie. And the night kissed us softly on the cheek and we each, the trees bowed before our knees as to exact the point of growing fond of the memories we would never let die.
Can you feel my beating heart? Buried beneath the backyard- the place we used to live, where we stood on our own. We were rooted in this home. Where we exhaled our last breath and watched the summer fade to blackness.
I will let you go if you want me to.




Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Old Gray's song "Her Tongue Was Tattooed On The Back Of Her Teeth" are a haunting expression of the pain, regret, and longing that come with losing someone we love. The singer is struggling to come to terms with the fact that they have lost the person they cared about, and that they may never get them back. They are consumed by a deep sense of loss, and every moment that goes by without the other person is a struggle. The singer is fighting against their emotions, trying to keep them at bay, but they are constantly tripping over their own feelings and losing control.


The image of the cigarette burning like the fire that beauty held in the other person's eyes is a powerful one, symbolizing the way that the other person has left an indelible mark on the singer's life. The past is always present in memory, haunting the singer with thoughts of what could have been. The dream of the other person is all that the singer has left, and they cling to it desperately, hoping that it will somehow keep them connected.


The second verse shifts to a different perspective, one that is more rooted in the physical world. The singer asks if the listener can feel their beating heart, buried beneath the ground where they used to live. This image is a metaphor for the way that the memories of the past are buried deep within us, but they still have the power to move us and affect us. The singer remembers the home they shared with the other person, and the way that they were rooted there, connected to each other and to their surroundings. Even as winter comes and the world around them fades to blackness, the memory of what they had remains.


The final line of the song, "I will let you go if you want me to," is a poignant expression of the singer's willingness to accept that the other person may be gone for good. It's a surrender to reality, but it's also a testament to the enduring power of love and connection.


Line by Line Meaning

And every moment I lose without you, fighting interference between my mind and the tip of my tongue, I am lost.
When I'm away from you, I struggle to articulate my thoughts and become overwhelmed by my emotions.


Tripping over my words, over insanity, racking my every thought, drowning this conviction behind an apathetic mask.
I become so consumed by my feelings that I can't express myself clearly, leading me into states of confusion and depression.


A numberless cigarette lit twixt my fingers, burning like the fire that beauty held in your eyes, piercing me like a conscience, shattering the glass of memory reflecting my imperfections, smoldering bridges sinking behind me in hopes for a second chance.
I smoke endlessly, hoping to bring back memories of you and the way you looked at me. But it only makes me feel guilty and sad about things I did wrong and burned bridges with you, desperately wishing for another shot at love.


So embrace me, dreams, for you are mine; awake to a whirlwind staying swift through my fingers, my dream of you was all I had.
My dreams are the only place where I can feel close to you. But when I wake up, that feeling slips away, leaving me feeling like I'm grasping at something that's just out of reach.


So give me a heart where I can't feel, for all I need in my life is that which eludes me, that which I let get away, remaining a haunting thought of what could have been.
I wish I could stop feeling the pain of missing you and forget about what could have been between us, but I can't help but constantly think of you and what we've lost.


Can you feel my beating heart? Buried beneath the backyard- the place we used to live, where we stood on our own. We were rooted in this home. Where we exhaled our last breath and watched the summer fade to blackness.
Our memories are buried deep within me, like a beating heart buried in the backyard of our old house. It's where we made a life together, where we were happy and felt safe, and where we said goodbye.


We held our hands tight and spoke softly of the distance, as to which our hearts were to lie. And the night kissed us softly on the cheek and we each, the trees bowed before our knees as to exact the point of growing fond of the memories we would never let die.
As we faced the inevitable distance between us, we reminded ourselves of the depth of our love for each other. The darkness of the night enveloped us, and we felt connected to the trees that surrounded us, as we cherished our memories and promised never to forget.


I will let you go if you want me to.
Even though it hurts me deeply, I will respect your wishes if you no longer want to be with me.




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Midpack 777

Coming back to this, is bittersweet. High school years perfectly incapsulated in one video. Memories rushing in, I wish I could go back.

MeganLaikesCupcakes

Everyone says how his screaming sucks and while it doesn't sound like most screaming, I love how raw his voice is. It shows the emotion that's in this song.

Fabulous Killjoy

@Steve Perez hm. Yeah I can hear the resemblance.

Steve Perez

@Fabulous Killjoy reminds me of Life in Drag off The Hotelier album in your pfp.

Apenotmonkey

@Fabulous Killjoy ah, yes. its so "bad" that it is good

Fabulous Killjoy

It does suck, and that’s why it’s so good to me.

dharma wiguna

thats called emotions

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Victoria Gray

Fuck all these kids saying this song is bad. 
 This is beautifully constructed, the lyrics make my heart ache. 
 & the occasional squeaking give the song/band character.
You can hear & feel the emotion written in these lyrics.

DatDreadedGuy

emo ph4gg0t xddd only emo kids listen to this shit boy wtf

Alpinist_

I agree with you man! completely!

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