An Interlude
The Church Lyrics


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They're going to send you away" she said
Psychic angels spread on the top of her head
And in the compartments of my dread
The rush hour crush travels home to bed
"You never seem to hear" she smiled
Statues tiptoe for a glimpse of the child
The lawns are always lush and wild
Spacious floors bejeweled and tiled
"How are you getting home" she laughed
Mermaids drowned but I clung to the raft




It's just the water in the bath
An interlude for the busy staff

Overall Meaning

The Church’s song ‘An Interlude’ speaks to the feeling of being disconnected from the world around you, and the imagery used in the lyrics heightens this feeling of disorientation. The opening lyrics, “They're going to send you away” she said, suggest that the singer is perhaps a bit unstable or disconnected from reality. This feeling is emphasized by the mention of psychic angels on the woman’s head, which adds an otherworldly quality to the scene. The singer then goes on to describe his own sense of dread, which is compartmentalized within him as he travels home during rush hour.


The woman in the song seems to be trying to engage the singer in conversation, but he is not fully present. She tells him “you never seem to hear” and remarks at how statues are “tiptoeing for a glimpse of the child”. This could be interpreted as a metaphor for the singer’s inner child, the part of himself that is playful and open to the world, but which is not able to flourish due to the pressures of everyday life.


Line by Line Meaning

They're going to send you away" she said
She spoke about others dispatching you


Psychic angels spread on the top of her head
Her head is adorned with spiritual messengers


And in the compartments of my dread
My trepidation is sectioned off


The rush hour crush travels home to bed
The throng arrives to sleep after its commute


"You never seem to hear" she smiled
Amused, she expressed how you always seem inattentive


Statues tiptoe for a glimpse of the child
Sculptures sneak a peek at the youngster


The lawns are always lush and wild
The grasslands are continually verdant and untamed


Spacious floors bejeweled and tiled
The expansive levels are embellished with gems and ceramic


"How are you getting home" she laughed
Mockingly, she asked how you plan to return home


Mermaids drowned but I clung to the raft
The mermaids perished, but you held onto the floatation device


It's just the water in the bath
It's only the liquid in the washbasin


An interlude for the busy staff
A break for the occupied personnel




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: KILBEY, KOPPES, PLOOG, WILSON-PIPER

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