"Nightclothes" Capo on 1. fret We crept from the room The moonlight spilled down the hall And I tiptoed with you () Then we climbed out the window And there in the yard Our nightclothes blowing in the breeze And you looked up at the sky () And said the moon would be ours And all this time I hear those words like bombs in the distance And oh my mind I can still smell the rain in the air But time’s gone by And I’m not the kid I was on that evening And somewhere inside I hope you still see me just the way I was before I walked away >A/u> >G | -> 2x Mud on your dress Blood stains on the knees of my pants And we went in search of the moon ’cause you said that you knew where it slept in the day So we gathered up our tools: A sling-shot in case it ran for the sky And a blanket from your room the one with no holes So we could drag it all the way back home And you said when we got it back We would cut it in two And we’d wear the hide so magnificent And then I could control time for you And I still hear the way that you laughed When you found I believed you And I could still feel you pull on my arm When I was too afraid to go And all this time I hear those words like bombs in the distance And my oh my I can still smell the dirt on our hands ’cause in my head You’re still alive you’re still alive And I know that it’s a lie But it’s one I like it’s one I like

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque des souvenirs d'enfance marqués par l'innocence, l'exploration et un sens aigu de la magie. Le narrateur se remémore un moment où il a échappé à une chambre, la nuit, en compagnie d'une personne spéciale. Ensemble, ils rêvent d’attraper la lune et de vivre des aventures fantastiques, leurs vêtements de nuit flottant dans le vent. Ce qui semblait être une quête simple devient une métaphore de la perte de l'innocence, car le narrateur réalise à quel point le temps a passé et comment il s'est éloigné de cette version de lui-même. Il se sent nostalgique, espérant que l'autre personne le voit toujours comme celui qu'il était, même s’il sait que c'est un mensonge réconfortant.