10000 Miles
The Church Lyrics


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Dark, small, so fragile
A treasure to your heart
Grace your fingers across the lacquer
Think of someone miles away
Piano sounds that bow in the distance
Bring me back to my room again
Ten thousand miles away
My memory is leaking
She lost a ruby thing
Trying to focus, times in the past
The music has stopped and can't carry on
All of a sudden I start to remember
Summer, Germany, then it's gone

Ten thousand miles away
The dancers are sleepy
The keys are put away
The jewel on my jacket talking, talking
Telling stories everyone's heard
My box of ghosts bids me goodnight




Clockwork spirits have the last word
Ten thousand miles away

Overall Meaning

The Church's song "10000 Miles" is a melancholic ballad that tells the story of a person reminiscing about a past love or friend who is now thousands of miles away. The opening lyrics depict a treasured item, perhaps a photograph or piece of jewelry, that the singer uses to think of the distant person. The piano sounds in the background enhance the mood of longing and distant memories. The second verse reveals that the singer is struggling to remember specific details about the past, suggesting the person has not been in contact for some time. The final verse describes a scene in which the singer is alone, surrounded by a "box of ghosts," hoping to find solace in a world comprised of memories and dreams.


The song is highly emotive, with the lyrics painting a vivid picture of the depths of human emotions, universal themes such as memory, longing, and loss. The piano sound in the background creates an ethereal atmosphere, and the mournful melody even has a touch of sadness in it.


Line by Line Meaning

Dark, small, so fragile
Describing a small and delicate item that invokes feelings of tenderness and care


A treasure to your heart
Something that is valued deeply, especially in an emotional or sentimental sense


Grace your fingers across the lacquer
Gently and lovingly run your fingers over the polished surface of the object


Think of someone miles away
Imagine someone who is geographically distant and may not be present at the moment


Piano sounds that bow in the distance
The soft and distant sound of a piano being played


Bring me back to my room again
The music reminds the listener of a familiar and comforting place


Ten thousand miles away
A great distance from the current location


My memory is leaking
The artist is losing details and clarity of their memories


She lost a ruby thing
Someone lost a valuable and cherished possession


Trying to focus, times in the past
The artist is struggling to concentrate on memories of the past


The music has stopped and can't carry on
The joy or comfort previously derived from music has ended


All of a sudden I start to remember
The memories start to resurface spontaneously


Summer, Germany, then it's gone
Brief glimpses of past experiences that are not consistent or continuous


The dancers are sleepy
The energy and excitement of the performance has diminished


The keys are put away
The music has come to an end and the instrument is no longer being played


The jewel on my jacket talking, talking
The valuable ornament on the artist's clothing is drawing attention or perhaps even 'talking' metaphorically


Telling stories everyone's heard
The artist's possessions or appearance have become predictable and uninteresting to others


My box of ghosts bids me goodnight
The memories and past experiences being referred to are now departing from the singer's focus


Clockwork spirits have the last word
Emphasizing the quality of memories being described as mechanical or robotic, unconsciously pushing out meaningful experiences


Ten thousand miles away
Again highlighting the significant geographical and emotional distance from the present moment




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JIM MORAY, STORRS WILLIS RICHARD, . TRADITIONAL

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