White wine and sleeping pills
Help me get back to your arms
Cheap sex and sad films
Help me get back where I belong
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
Stop sending letters
Letters always get burned
It's not like the movies
They fed us on little white lies
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life
Beautiful angel
Pulled apart at birth
Limbless and helpless
I can't even recognize you
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I think you're crazy, maybe
I will see you in the next life
WHITE WINE AND SLEEPING PILLS
Alcohol + strong sedatives = overdose and possibly death
HELP ME GET BACK TO YOUR ARMS
Kill myself if I can't have you
CHEAP SEX AND SAD FILMS
False love and sadness, false stuff to pass the time
HELP ME GET WHERE I BELONG
With you
I THINK YOU'RE CRAZY... MAYBE
Both of us are crazy to think it could work
STOP SENDING LETTERS
Pieces of paper can't replace you
LETTERS ALWAYS GET BURNED
Nothing can ever replace what being there
IT'S NOT LIKE THE MOVIES
Life sucks, that's why I'll kill myself if I can't have you
THEY FED US ON LITTLE WHITE LIES
This is what keeps us going, blind baseless hope
I THINK YOU'RE CRAZY... MAYBE
Again, our protagonist is talking himself and his lover
I WILL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT LIFE
I can only be with you when we're dead together in heaven because that's
the only place perfect enough for our love
BEAUTIFUL ANGEL
A wonderful person
PULLED APART AT BIRTH
Born into a shitty world
LIMBLESS AND HELPLESS
You can't do what you were meant to in this place
I CAN'T EVEN RECOGNISE YOU
No one can see what you really are
Does this person even exist?... (I think so)... Or is it just a fantasy of who he wished existed?... We all want this person to exist in our own lives... He can't get her out of his head... She's inside his head... Does she love him?... Is she even who he thinks she is?... The next life will be perfect...
It's about two people, both of whom are so perfect for each other but everything is ruined by an imperfect world. The only place they are safe together is in the grave, no one can touch them there. Remember this song is called Motion Picture Soundtrack. I think perhaps that this was written about the story of Romeo and Juliet, and intended to be on that film soundtrack. There are too many parallels to deny this.