Crooked Timber
Therapy? Lyrics


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Miles away from
Those that matter
Unfamiliar place
Hours bleed out and
Days tail off then
Night degrades to gray

Crooked timber
Keep me warm and safe

Bells toll slowly
Loud dark iron
Can't place where I am
No clear signal
Scraping dragging
Fate pulls faces

Crooked timber
Steer me keep me sane

Times’ attrition
Grinds these landscapes
Sifts them into shape
My resistance
To it’s pressure
Buckles more each day

Crooked timber
That we can’t make straight





My shade will comfort you

Overall Meaning

The song "Crooked Timber" by Therapy? is a depiction of being lost and helpless in an unfamiliar place. The first verse describes the distance from loved ones and an unfamiliar place that is causing the hours to go by slowly and the days to blur together. The second verse describes the disorientation of the place with the loud sounds of bells and dark iron that make it impossible to determine the location. Fate is pulling faces, implying that the singer is experiencing a sense of powerlessness and that life is subject to larger forces. In both verses, the chorus appears as a kind of grounding mantra that provides comfort to the singer. The crooked timber represents an unstable and imperfect force that is able to keep the singer warm and safe, and steer him or her in the right direction.


The song is an emotional exploration of the feeling of being lost and uncertain of the future, and how the imperfect elements of life can provide comfort in difficult times. It also explores the theme of fate and how it can feel like an outside force beyond our control. Overall, the song is a reminder that even in the hardest of times, there can be sources of comfort and stability.


Line by Line Meaning

Miles away from
Far from the people who are important to me


Those that matter
The people who are important to me


Unfamiliar place
In a new and foreign location


Hours bleed out and
Time goes by slowly and painfully


Days tail off then
Days come to an end, leading to more uncertainty


Night degrades to gray
The darkness turns into a bleak and depressing state


Crooked timber
The imperfect and flawed things that comfort us


Keep me warm and safe
Provide me with security and protection


Bells toll slowly
A sign of sadness and mourning


Loud dark iron
An ominous and heavy feeling


Can't place where I am
Feeling lost and disoriented


No clear signal
Without direction or guidance


Scraping dragging
Struggling and moving through hardship


Fate pulls faces
The unpredictable and often cruel nature of destiny


Steer me keep me sane
Keep me grounded and in control of my thoughts and actions


Times’ attrition
The gradual wearing away of time


Grinds these landscapes
Changes the environment around me in small, incremental ways


Sifts them into shape
Rearranges and molds my surroundings into something new


My resistance
My ability to withstand and push back against these changes


To it’s pressure
The force of time and its impact on my life


Buckles more each day
I am slowly succumbing to the pressures and challenges around me


That we can’t make straight
We cannot fix the imperfections of our world or ourselves


My shade will comfort you
My flaws and mistakes can still provide comfort and support to others




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