You Woke Up my Neighbourhood As I wait for sleep to drag me under In the evening gloom I sit and wonder The words I should have said to you The things I always meant to do The bad dreams that all came true You woke up my neighbourhood Night after night we would row You woke up my neighbourhood Things are pretty quiet round here now When I think of how we were together I know we couldn’t be like that forever Beneath the Seven Sister stars   The night we let it go too far   I slept out in the car You woke up my neighbourhood Night after night we would row You woke up my neighbourhood Things are pretty quiet round here now I remember skipping on the porch till it grew cold I remember feeling like I was eight years old Somersaults across the lawn Singing dancing up till dawn Every now and then we’d have a row You woke up my neighbourhood Things are pretty quiet round here now You woke up my neighbourhood Night after night we would row You woke up my neighbourhood Things are pretty quiet round here now Around here now

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque la nostalgie d'un passé où l'amour était tumultueux mais vivant. Le protagoniste se remémore des moments de complicité et de conflits dans son quartier, contrastant ces souvenirs avec le calme actuel. Il exprime une mélancolie face aux souvenirs d'une relation qui s'est éteinte, évoquant des scènes d'enfance, de jeux et d'insouciance. Comme si la vie avait perdu un peu de son éclat, il se rend compte que ces disputes étaient une part intégrante de la dynamique qui rendait tout si vibrant. On ressent une certaine tristesse devant le vide laissé par la disparition de cette intensité.