Modern Vampires of the City

“We saw the stars when they hid from the world You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl” I imagine this as a couple and they're looking at the stars together one random night. It's an intimate image. Two people sharing a moment, looking at something much bigger than themselves. But are the stars looking back? There is an asymmetry between the stars and the sun. The stars hide from the world. They don't look back. They're distant, indifferent, perhaps even oblivious to the existence of humanity. The sun, however, is different. It appears. It illuminates everything. It interrupts the darkness in which the couple were sharing their moment. And suddenly, the man curses it. There's an almost funny human quality to this: cursing the sun for doing exactly what the sun is supposed to do. Maybe the narrator spends the entire song confusing preservation with love. He wants to protect his girl. He wants to protect his memories. But eventually he recognizes: “The truth is she doesn't need me to protect her” Perhaps the same applies to the memory itself. It doesn't need to be resurrected. It doesn't need to be protected from the sunrise. It doesn't need to remain unchanged to justify the love he feels for it. Love, as the sun, cannot be stopped. So the night happened. They saw the stars. The sun eventually rose. And that's enough. Maybe growing older is learning that something doesn't have to last forever to have been worth experiencing.