0408
The Church Lyrics


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And we frittered the time that we had on our hands
And we measured the time that elapsed
And we stumbled around like madmen unbound
And I said, "Look out boys, these are traps"

And I was just a stranger then
Yes, I was just a stranger then
And I was just a stranger then

And we followed a path till we slipped up and laughed
And I lived half a life in that state
And we got our release in everything but peace
And peace of a record second rate

And I was just a stranger then
And I was just a stranger then
Yes, I was just a stranger then
Like a stranger, always strangest at home

Well, I like what you do
But you will never break through
You can try if you want
But you'll fail

And I was just a stranger then
Yes, I was just a stranger then




And I was just a stranger then
Like a stranger, always strangest at home

Overall Meaning

The Church's song 0408 is a reflection on the passing of time, regrets and missed opportunities. The first two lines of the song suggest that the characters have wasted the time they once had and also tracked the minutes that they let slip away. The third line paints a picture of madness and confusion as they stumble around without direction. The singer of the song warns the others to look out for traps, implying that they are caught up in a dangerous cycle.


The chorus repeats the line "I was just a stranger then" three times, suggesting that the characters have changed and grown since the time period they are reflecting on. They followed a path until they slipped up and laughed, indicating that they had fun and enjoyed some parts of their past, but also suggesting that they made mistakes. They found release from their problems but not in a meaningful or lasting way, as peace is described as "of a record second rate." The final line, "Like a stranger, always strangest at home" suggests that the characters have trouble fitting in, even in familiar surroundings.


Overall, the song encourages reflection on the past and a deeper consideration of one's choices and direction in life. While acknowledge that some moments may have been enjoyable and therapeutic, the song ultimately suggests that they were fleeting and not worth the time that was spent on them.


Line by Line Meaning

And we frittered the time that we had on our hands
We wasted the time we had available to us with little concern


And we measured the time that elapsed
We tracked the time that passed as it floated away


And we stumbled around like madmen unbound
We moved clumsily and recklessly without restraint like lunatics


And I said, "Look out boys, these are traps"
I warned the others to be careful of the dangers lurking around us


And I was just a stranger then
At that time, I felt out of place and disconnected from my surroundings


Yes, I was just a stranger then
Once again, I emphasize that I did not feel at home or at ease


And we followed a path till we slipped up and laughed
We continued on a specific route till we made mistakes and then found humor in our errors


And I lived half a life in that state
At that time, I existed only partially or unfulfilled


And we got our release in everything but peace
We found our escape from problems in everything except tranquility


And peace of a record second rate
The peace we did receive was far from satisfactory or inferior in quality


Like a stranger, always strangest at home
I felt alienated, different, and uncomfortable in my own familiar, domestic environment


Well, I like what you do
I appreciate your efforts and activity


But you will never break through
However, you will never achieve success or overcome obstacles


You can try if you want
There is nothing stopping you from attempting to achieve your goals


But you'll fail
Unfortunately, your endeavors will not be fruitful and you will face defeat




Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Written by: STEVEN JOHN KILBEY, PETER KOPPES, TIM GUY GERARD POWLES, MARTIN HOWARD WILLSON-PIPER

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