Just about every rock and/or roll station in San Diego seems intent on beating Snow Patrol’s “Chasing Cars” into my brain via that bing-bang chiming beat that runs under the whole song, and the more I hear it, the more it seems like The Sensitive Teen’s Guide to Getting Laid:
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
[Translation: Let’s just lie down here. We don’t have to do anything. I promise.]
Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life
[I know your Mom wants you to wait until you get married, or at least until you go to college, but it’s very important to me that you take off your clothes right now.]
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see
[See, I really, really love you. You complete me. It’s like we’re soul mates, and that’s why our having sex is so much more than just physical.]
I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all
[Of course I’ll respect you in the morning. Our love is everlasting!]
There is also the far more insidious confusion of “to lie” and “to lay.”
Having been a mom for more than half my life, all I see in that video is a fellow reclining in a variety of dangerous situations – precariously close to an escalator, on a dirty public floor chock full of germs. Hmmm – maybe the images are metaphors of the dangers in the implicit message.