Foolish Games

Jewel

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You took your coat off and stood in the rain, You were always crazy like that I watched from my window, always felt I was outside looking in on you You were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair, You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say besides some comment on the weather Well in case you failed to notice, In case you failed to see, This is my heart bleeding before you, This is me down on my knees These foolish games are tearing me apart You're thoughtless words are breaking my heart You're breaking my heart You were always brilliant in the morning Smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee You philosophies on art, Baroque moved you, You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones As I clumsily strummed my guitar You'd teach me of honest things Things that were daring, things that were clean Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean So I hid my soiled hands behind my back Somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else Somebody who gave a damn, Somebody more like myself Refrain You took your coat off and stood in the rain, you were always crazy like that...

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La chanson évoque une relation qui oscille entre fascination et douleur. Le narrateur se remémore des moments passés avec une personne mystérieuse, marquée par son excentricité et sa sensibilité. À travers des souvenirs doux-amers, il ressent une profonde connexion, mais aussi un sentiment d'impuissance face à un amour qui semble inaccessibile. Ce sentiment s'intensifie lorsque des mots maladroits de cette personne viennent briser son cœur, dévoilant une vulnérabilité à fleur de peau. Le contexte de cette histoire se situe dans des instants partagés, comme des conversations autour d'un café ou des réflexions sur l'art, des moments de complicité teintés d'une désillusion croissante. On comprend que le narrateur est pris au piège entre son admiration pour l'autre et la douleur de ne pas être compris ou réciproque. C’est une exploration des jeux émotionnels qui peuvent dévaster une âme, laissant place à la nostalgie et à un désir de connexion véritable.