It’s pure poetry; haunting and melancholy. I fully understand it’s meaning but please don’t ask me to explain it, because I simply cannot.
Generate me limply, can’t seem to place your name, cherie
To rearrange all these thoughts in a moment is suicide
Come to a strange place, we’ll talk over old times we never smile
Somebody called me Sebastian
Work out a rhyme, toss me the time, lay me, you’re mine
And we all know, oh yeah