Cut The Rope
Willy Porter Lyrics
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With a layout of the graveyard
Said time is short, here's my key
Meet me out back when it gets dark
Well, I never count on nothing
But I leave my windows open
And I'd follow the trail of her loves' scent
Because after all, we're falling forward
Fear is gone, at least for now
Laugh along at our reflections
Let's cut the rope and run
I watched her walk across the fire
And offer herself to the tide
She eats her dreams like marmalade now
And tries to heal herself inside
She says we are all falling forward
Falling into the rising sun
It won't be long before we're long gone
Let's cut the ropes and run
It won't be long, it's such a short run
She laughs and cries at the cuts and scrapes
Like an actress in an Italian play
Walks off the fall and sways to a distant rhythm
She's on the shoreline
With her face caught in the waves
Now she's standing at my front door
She's like a Mona Lisa overdrive
Fool with a goddess by his side
In out of the wild blue
Luckier than I deserve to be
Guess we're all falling forward
Falling into the rising sun
Feeling strong enough to fall down
Fear is gone, at least for now
Gonna sing our song up to the streetlights
To the dirty windows that line our streets
When morning comes and we haven't slept yet
Indira sings her siren songs to me
Cops move us along, but they can't reach us
Or stop the music that's playing in our heads
It won't be long before we're long gone
It's such a short run after all
Gonna cut the ropes and run
In Willy Porter's song "Cut The Rope," the singer shares a story about a woman who gives him a map of the graveyard and a key, telling him to meet her out back when it gets dark. The singer follows her to the shoreline, where she walks across the fire and offers herself up to the tide. She talks about eating her dreams like marmalade and trying to heal herself inside. The woman laughs and cries at cuts and scrapes, like an actress in an Italian play, and sways to a distant rhythm. In the end, they sing their song up to the streetlights and dirty windows, and Indira sings her siren songs to the singer.
Line by Line Meaning
She gave me a map for free
She provided directions without any expectations of compensation
With a layout of the graveyard
The map detailed a path through a burial ground
Said time is short, here's my key
There isn't a lot of time left, and here's the tool you'll need to use
Meet me out back when it gets dark
Let's rendezvous at the rear of the location under the cover of night
Well, I never count on nothing
I don't rely on anything or anyone
But I leave my windows open
Leaves doors unbarred and accessible to others
And I'd follow the trail of her loves' scent
I was drawn to the aroma of her previous relationships
Like a hound dog under the yellow moon
I couldn't help but pursue her like an animal lured by the moon's brilliance
Because after all, we're falling forward
We're all moving towards our inevitable fate
Fear is gone, at least for now
I'm currently unafraid
Laugh along at our reflections
Giggle at our mirrored images, both physical and emotional
Let's cut the rope and run
It's time to make our getaway and start anew
I watched her walk across the fire
I observed her journey through a treacherous barrier
And offer herself to the tide
She surrendered herself to the ocean's current
She eats her dreams like marmalade now
She consumes her aspirations like a fruity spread
And tries to heal herself inside
She battles internal damage and seeks wellness
She says we are all falling forward
She believes that we're all heading towards our inevitable fate
Falling into the rising sun
We're moving towards our destiny with the sun's early morning light
It won't be long before we're long gone
Our existence on this earth is brief
Let's cut the ropes and run
Let's escape our current situation and make a fresh start
She laughs and cries at the cuts and scrapes
She's amused and emotional at minor injuries
Like an actress in an Italian play
She resembles a performer in an Italian production, outwardly dramatic and expressive
Walks off the fall and sways to a distant rhythm
She shakes off a mistake, moving sinuously to an alternate tune
She's on the shoreline
She's positioned on the edge of the water
With her face caught in the waves
She seems to have been captured in the waves' motion
Now she's standing at my front door
She's now waiting in front of my home
She's like a Mona Lisa overdrive
Her attractiveness and allure are intense, similar to a Mona Lisa artwork
Fool with a goddess by his side
A foolish person with an extraordinary companion
In out of the wild blue
It occurred unexpectedly or abruptly
Luckier than I deserve to be
My good fortune is nearly undeserved
Feeling strong enough to fall down
I feel sufficiently empowered to risk failing
Gonna sing our song up to the streetlights
We'll recite our dedication under the streetlights
To the dirty windows that line our streets
To the filthy panes that cover our roadways
When morning comes and we haven't slept yet
By the time the day arrives, we won't have slept
Indira sings her siren songs to me
Indira entices me closer with a song
Cops move us along, but they can't reach us
Police officers direct us but are incapable of dissuading us
Or stop the music that's playing in our heads
They can't silence the melody that's resonating in our minds
It won't be long before we're long gone
Our time is limited on this earth
It's such a short run after all
Life is brief in the grand scheme of things
Gonna cut the ropes and run
We'll sever our tethers and make our getaway
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