Crying Swimmers
Squalloscope Lyrics

This here never happened.
Nothing that happened was real, only something made up by those present and on TV.

The catastrophe was only made up by everybody involved at the scene
Everyone present at the time made up the idea of a disaster.

And everybody on television.
The news also made up stories of the alleged catastrophe.

I can never tell you how grateful i am that nothing is real,
The artist is thankful that the dreadful event was not real.

Give me food give me drinks, explain to me how i feel.
The artist is feeling disoriented and needs food and drink to help regain their senses.

Did you get to see it all? did you get to dress up pretty?
The singer is asking if the listener got the full experience and dressed nicely for the event.

Did you get to touch their hips? with all your heart or just a little?
The singer asks if the listener got emotional and touched someone's hips with genuine intent or just for show.

Did you get to live in a movie? did you get to get things done?
The artist inquires if the listener lived in the moment or got caught up in the 'movie' and forgot to do tasks.

Did you get to save up time and luggage for better better times to come?
Did you prepare for the future and save time and effort for a better life?

We can never be one.
The artist feels that they and the listener can never fully be one or understand each other.

Scene two, postcard beach.
The singer moves on to describe the setting of the following events.

I got the past and the present pinned down in binaries.
The artist views past and present as clearly defined, separate entities.

We never thought about endings, we could not comprehend.
The singer and listener did not consider the idea of things ending.

We thought time will stop just because we're holding hands.
The singer and listener believed time would slow down or stop when in each other's company.

I came unarmed with the knowledge that every tool could be my weapon.
The singer was not expecting a problem to arise, but he or she believed they had the tools to handle one.

I came undone in a river with no rocks to step on.
The artist became disordered and confused in a situation that provided little guidance or support.

Pebbles turn to cobblestones the way you hold them, honey.
The listener's actions can have a significant impact on the way minor events transpire.

There will be a time we could be better citizens if it weren't for the money.
Money hinders the singer and listener from being better citizens.

Just wait until high tide. to each shore its tiny flood.
The tide will bring its own impact to the shore, like each shore will have its own impact on people.

As if the ocean said if it could take us back, it would.
If the ocean could, it would bring the artist and listener back in time to when things were better.

All the things i don't give a shit about i dump into the sea.
The artist is not concerned about certain things, and he or she removes them from their life entirely.

In the blink of an eye it's gonna spit back at my kids and me
The artist considers that the things they discarded may have consequences for their children and themselves eventually.

And i hold on, i curl up where i belong
The singer finds solace in being where he or she is meant to be and clings to it.

And i belong wherever you are, i'm hungry, i'm wrong.
The artist feels at home wherever the listener is and admits being lost and imperfect.

We sleep with interwoven limbs and knots in handkerchiefs.
The singer and listener are close and wrapped up in each other, leaving physical reminders of their living arrangement.

I'm sorry i cannot leave.
The singer is remorseful that they cannot leave because of the strong bond between themselves and the listener.