Two Deliverances
The Hotelier Lyrics


The icons cluttering your bureau are eyeing me as I walk in. Your guardians are present in here and I trust that they have always been. Hiding somewhere in your closet, collecting moisture from your face, your secret world speaks without words and I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place

But if I want them too will they speak to me soon
In a language ripe for my listening?
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
The refracted light keeps glistening

A drapery of clashing fabrics in every corner of your room. They hung like lace on the whitewashed face of the walls that are begging you to move and leave the things that hold a history as if they're present in your will. A brand new place a few miles away but I just wasn't sure I was staying still

But if you choose this too it's an honest move
And I guess that it makes for no deferences
There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon
Just a touch too soon, Two Deliverances

On an empty panel floor I lie here for communion just waiting for one more, but in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon, what am I supposed to do? What was I supposed to do? But if I want them to, will they come to me soon? Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon? Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you but I couldn't ask this of you, I couldn't ask this

In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
That I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?
But if I choose this too does it count as my move?
I can't drop my history just to become new
Now I'm swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
But I couldn't ask this of you, I couldn't ask this

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Nick Anthropocene

The icons cluttering your bureau are eyeing me as I walk in. Your guardians are present in here and I trust that they have always been hiding somewhere in your closet, collecting moisture from your face. Your secret world speaks without words and I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place.

But if I want them too will they speak to me soon
in a language ripe for my listening?
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
the refracted light keeps glistening.

A drapery of clashing fabrics in every corner of your room. They hung like lace on the whitewashed face of the walls that are begging you to move and leave the things that hold a history as if they're present in your will. A brand new place a few miles away but I just wasn't sure I was staying still.

But if you choose too it's a honest move
and I guess that it makes for no deferences.
There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon.
Just a touch too soon, Two Deliverances.

On an empty panel floor I lie here for communion just waiting for one more but in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon what am I supposed to do? But if I want them too will they come to me soon? Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon? Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you but I couldn't ask this of you.

In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights.
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead.
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
that I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?
But if I choose this too does it count as my move?
I can't drop my history just to become new.
Now swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
but I couldn't ask this of you.



ItsAlwaysRainingInWa

@William K dude, did you even listen to the first verse? The quote "But if I want them too, will they speak to me soon
In a language ripe for my listening?
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
The refracted light keeps glistening"
Is in direct relation to the "guardians are present in here" line. Which i will explain exactly how "emotive" it can be. The first verse is this "The icons cluttering your bureau
Are eyeing me as I walk in"
So first part. A bureau is also a chest of drawers not just a department for conducting specific business. I think this could mean the person opposite of the perspective has, based on the next few lines, something they use in secracy and something they use to escape the world and/or emotional pain. Maybe drug paraphernalia. Maybe they are just a pathological liar and messy. Maybe its a certain "icon" that identifies whatever her crutch is. That the items are eyeing them, versus them eyeing the items tells me it is something they cant ignore and is maybe afraid to encounter and/or talk about with said person.
"Your guardians are present in here"
This enforces my idea that whatever the icons are, they are used as a defense mechanism of sorts, emotionally speaking they are her guardians.
"And I trust that they have always been
Hiding somewhere in your closet
Collecting moisture from your face"
This makes me think the person in question has been in denial of this crutch they have and/or that they hide it purposefully. Collecting moisture from your face could be seen as a way of helping you disguise that you are actually sweating something. Metaphorically speaking, these guardians of theirs, their defense mechanisms to help them cope, are wiping the sweat away so nobody can tell they are struggling and they are doing this all in the background so most people dont know about it.
"Your secret world speaks without words
And I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place"
The person whos perspective the words are from knows all of these things and can see through the other persons secret world, and i think it makes them feel awkward because when they try to confront the other person it always fails miserably so he doesnt know what to do. And it is weighting on them making them cumbersome.
Now we get to the chorus you said has no meaning.
"But if i want them (their guardians, whatever defense mechanism they use as an escape) to will they speak to me soon, in a language ripe for my listening"
I think that line is about seeing a persons faults in a different way and realizing how you truly feel about that person because of those faults, or even despite those faults. That the faults are speaking to them makes me think it is something he has seen before and is realizing almost suddenly, or abruptly as if they finally made sense and were "ripe for my listening". Maybe he was finally ready to see the person for who they truly are after being in his own denial of what was going on.
"When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes"
I think that means the person who has the guardians is crying, or has glassy eyes from something. Maybe drugs, maybe they are is just said and in a vulnerable state from finally having the other person realize how they feel about everything as i explained about the first half of the chorus. They are seen differently now and that makes them cry.
"The refracted light keeps glistening"
I think this means that the person who owns the perspective sees that the other person is crying, and despite seeing all of their faults in this new light, still sees something glistening. Something pretty. Something desirable. Even to a fault of their own. Like despite seeing this person and their faults in a new light, they are still unable to ignore how beautiful some things can be, like the refracted light when it is glistening in her tear filled or glassy eyes. Sometimes it can be the smallest things that have the most powerful impact when it comes to the human heart. How that is not emotive to you makes me worry.



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"The drapery of clashing fabrics in the corner of your room... they hold their place on the white-washed face of the walls that are begging you to move "...


I fucking love these dudes. I love when people make REAL music !!!!

Justin DiMatteo

Favorite song on the album. It has that classic "loud and soft" dynamic they pulled off so well on Home...

luca underground

Is this... my favorite song?


Yeah its the best song ever.

Chicken Rump

2:10 is unreal.

Grampa's Oats

In the quiet empty hours of my afternoon, what am I supposed to do? what was I supposed to do?

Nicolas Davila Flores

This song speaks to me in a spiritual level. Amazing lyrics.

Omnishambles

"Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you"

Nick Anthropocene

"I can't drop my history just to beCOME NEW!"

Nick Anthropocene

The icons cluttering your bureau are eyeing me as I walk in. Your guardians are present in here and I trust that they have always been hiding somewhere in your closet, collecting moisture from your face. Your secret world speaks without words and I feel clumsy and cumbersome in this place.

But if I want them too will they speak to me soon
in a language ripe for my listening?
When the harsh sun breaks in your stained glass eyes
the refracted light keeps glistening.

A drapery of clashing fabrics in every corner of your room. They hung like lace on the whitewashed face of the walls that are begging you to move and leave the things that hold a history as if they're present in your will. A brand new place a few miles away but I just wasn't sure I was staying still.

But if you choose too it's a honest move
and I guess that it makes for no deferences.
There's a gleam of blue from a cold night's moon.
Just a touch too soon, Two Deliverances.

On an empty panel floor I lie here for communion just waiting for one more but in the quiet empty hours of my afternoon what am I supposed to do? But if I want them too will they come to me soon? Will they fluctuate between midnight and past noon? Was kind of banking on a future that'd be involving you but I couldn't ask this of you.

In this young night's sky there are pinhole lights.
Find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead.
Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds
that I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?
But if I choose this too does it count as my move?
I can't drop my history just to become new.
Now swimming through the nothingness and the absolute
but I couldn't ask this of you.

Mr. Hi8

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