P.S.
The Working Title Lyrics


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(Verse 1)

We all went home
To search ourselves
There's no one left
To feed us now
We all want more
Then what we have
Just pick me up
And let me down

(Chorus)

State your reason for cushioning your fall
I call it treason please share with me your thoughts

(Verse 2)

I've learned to find my place to hide
My circus of rust and lies
We take it down these holy ties
Just run away and follow blind

(Bridge)

Do you enter lives
Without knocking or warning




Do you count the lives
And pace the night til' morning

Overall Meaning

In The Working Title's song P.S., the lyrics seem to be about the search for meaning and purpose in life. The verses suggest a feeling of disillusionment and a sense of being lost. The first verse starts by saying "We all went home to search ourselves," indicating that there is a communal search for something, but it is not clear what that something is. The subsequent lines "There's no one left to feed us now, we all want more than what we have" suggest a sense of dissatisfaction with life and a longing for more. The line "Just pick me up and let me down" could be interpreted in a few different ways, but it might mean that the singer wants to be lifted up by some outside force (like a drug or alcohol) but also knows that when that feeling wears off, they will be let down again.


The chorus adds to this sense of unease with the line "State your reason for cushioning your fall, I call it treason please share with me your thoughts." This could be interpreted as a plea for honesty or transparency, asking why someone would try to soften the blow of their own failures or mistakes. The use of the word "treason" suggests a betrayal of some sort, perhaps of one's own ideals or values.


The second verse seems to be about the singer's own attempts to find a way to cope with this feeling of being lost. They say they have "learned to find [their] place to hide," implying that they have developed some coping mechanism for dealing with their feelings. The line "My circus of rust and lies" is an interesting one, as it could suggest that the singer's coping mechanism is to create a facade or persona that is not true to themselves. The next line "We take it down these holy ties" seems to suggest a rejection of convention or traditional values. Finally, the line "Just run away and follow blind" implies a sense of blindly following something or someone, perhaps as another form of escapism.


Overall, the lyrics to P.S. are fairly opaque and open to interpretation. They seem to deal with themes of disillusionment, dissatisfaction, and the search for meaning or purpose. The use of surreal imagery (circus of rust and lies) and provocative language (treason) adds to the sense of unease and discomfort that permeates the song.


Line by Line Meaning

We all went home
We all retreated to our private spaces


To search ourselves
To introspect our emotions and thoughts


There's no one left
There's nobody to rely on anymore


To feed us now
To take care of us and fulfill our needs


We all want more
We're all greedy and ungrateful


Then what we have
Than what is truly necessary and fulfilling


Just pick me up
Just rescue me from my problems and struggles


And let me down
And disappoint me again after raising my hopes


State your reason for cushioning your fall
Explain why you're avoiding facing consequences for your actions


I call it treason please share with me your thoughts
I consider it a betrayal and want to know your motives


I've learned to find my place to hide
I've discovered where to avoid confrontation and danger


My circus of rust and lies
My chaotic world of decaying objects and dishonesty


We take it down these holy ties
We break the sacred connections and obligations


Just run away and follow blind
Just flee and imitate others without thinking


Do you enter lives
Do you intrude other people's personal matters


Without knocking or warning
Without seeking permission or raising any signs


Do you count the lives
Do you see humans as merely numbers or statistics


And pace the night til' morning
And worry intensely until daylight arrives




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