Sick On Seventh Street
Sarah and the Safe Word Lyrics
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Knowing you can change it, but you don't do a thing?
When it's down to the last hour
Down to the last power
You know how to sit back and collect your own win
Who are you
When no one sees?
That the devil's in your details
Are the dirty little reasons in me
Well, I'm feeling sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on my lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling
Sick little boys with their sick little games
Sick little feelings in my sick little brain
If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch
You're wood and I'm phosphate, hey, we make a good match
Sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on my lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling
Sick of that shit
I don't want to fall asleep like this
Come plant a kiss on my lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling sick
Who are you
When no one sees?
It's awfully convenient
That the devil in your details
Are the dirty little reasons in me
Well, I'm feeling sick in the head
I want to dance with all your friends
Come plant a kiss on my lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling
Sick of that shit
I don't want to fall asleep like this
Come plant a kiss on the lips
In the back of the bar
In New York City
I'm feeling
Sick
The lyrics of Sick On Seventh Street by Sarah and the Safe Word delve into the internal struggles and conflicts of an individual. The opening lines capture the feeling of being empowered and having control over the world, but failing to take action or make a difference. The mention of the last hour and the last power implies the sense of urgency and helplessness that one might feel in such a situation. The reference to sitting back and collecting one's win suggests the individual may have become complacent and apathetic, choosing to benefit personally rather than contributing to society or the world.
The chorus of the song deals with the concept of feeling sick, both physically and mentally. The lyrics express a desire to escape the confines of one's own head and participate in the world around them. The line "Come plant a kiss on my lips in the back of the bar in New York City" could be interpreted as a plea for human connection and intimacy, a way to escape the external pressures and internal strife.
The second verse references "sick little games" and "sick little feelings" that seem to plague the individual. The line "if it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch" implies a sense of distrust, suggesting that things may not be as they seem. The use of the metaphor "wood and phosphate" could be interpreted as two elements that should not mix, highlighting the individual's sense of being an outsider.
Overall, the lyrics of Sick On Seventh Street explore themes of internal conflict, apathy, and the desire for human connection and escape. It paints a picture of an individual struggling with their own demons while attempting to navigate the complexities of the world around them.
Line by Line Meaning
What's it like to have the world on a string
How does it feel to be in complete control?
Knowing you can change it, but you don't do a thing?
Being aware of the power you have over a situation, but choosing not to use it.
When it's down to the last hour
When time is running out
Down to the last power
Down to your last bit of energy
You know how to sit back and collect your own win
You know how to be patient and reap the rewards of your efforts.
Who are you
What is your true identity?
When no one sees?
When you're not putting on a façade for others
It's awfully convenient
It's very advantageous
That the devil's in your details
That your deepest secrets and flaws are well-hidden
Are the dirty little reasons in me
Are your flaws and secrets within me
I'm feeling sick in the head
I'm mentally unwell
I want to dance with all your friends
I want to be accepted by your social circle
Come plant a kiss on my lips
Show me love and affection
In the back of the bar
In a discrete location
In New York City
In a bustling urban metropolis
Sick little boys with their sick little games
Immature men playing childish games
Sick little feelings in my sick little brain
My own twisted and unhealthy emotions
If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch
If something seems too good to be true, it likely is.
You're wood and I'm phosphate, hey, we make a good match
We may seem like opposites, but complement each other well.
Sick of that shit
Fed up with the current situation
I don't want to fall asleep like this
I don't want to continue living in this state
Come plant a kiss on my lips
Show me love and affection
Who are you
What is your true identity?
When no one sees?
When you're not putting on a façade for others
It's awfully convenient
It's very advantageous
That the devil in your details
That your deepest secrets and flaws are well-hidden
Are the dirty little reasons in me
Are your flaws and secrets within me
I'm feeling sick in the head
I'm mentally unwell
I want to dance with all your friends
I want to be accepted by your social circle
Come plant a kiss on my lips
Show me love and affection
In the back of the bar
In a discrete location
In New York City
In a bustling urban metropolis
Sick
Mentally unwell
Contributed by Elliot P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.