The Love Were Hoping For

Jake Bugg

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Intro: (4x) When the morning was clear Blackened affairs And she could not breathe Cause she felt scared Couldn’t help but stare Out of the window Didn’t know she wouldn’t go outside (2x) She wouldn’t answer the door Curtains were drawn And the house was cold Children were old And they did not care That’s what she thought When they tried to help But she wouldn’t answer the door And the love were hoping for is dying Just like this city that we’re all in (2x) As time went on Felt she belonged In a trapped domain Drove her insane And the men she loved Over the years They would only use her They would only use her Cause the love we’re hoping for is dying Just like this city that we’re all in When the morning was clear Blackened affairs And she could not breathe Cause she felt scared Couldn’t help but stare Out of the window Even though she never went outside And the love we’re hoping for is dying Just like this city that we’re all in And the love we’re hoping for is dying Just like this city that we’re all in

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La chanson raconte l'histoire d'une femme qui se retrouve piégée dans sa propre solitude et peur. Ses relations avec les autres, notamment avec des hommes, semblent superficiellement fondées sur l'utilisation plutôt que sur l'amour véritable. Elle observe le monde extérieur à travers sa fenêtre, se sentant de plus en plus emprisonnée dans sa maison froide, alors que l'affection qu'elle espérait s'évanouit, tout comme l’atmosphère de la ville qui l’entoure. Le contexte évoque des thèmes de désespoir et d'abandon, où l'inaction et la peur empêchent de vivre pleinement, laissant une impression de fatalisme quant aux relations humaines et à la vie en général. C'est un reflet poignant d’une lutte intérieure dans un environnement qui semble devenu morose et inhospitalier.

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