First, let's all bask in the awesomelybadness of this video. Around the 1:48 mark, lead singer Richard Page appears to be drinking out a woman's purse. The whole scene in the church is absolutely priceless, and the bird's little head shimmy at 4:36 makes me giggle for some reason. Go watch the whole thing right now. It's totally worth it. The hairdos, the excessive emoting ... just ... just perfect.
And now, before I go launch awesomelybadvideos.blogspot.com, let's do this thing!
Baby, don't understand / Why we can't just hold on to each other's hands
This one is easy. Birds do not have hands. Next line.
This time might be the last, I fear / Unless I make it all too clear / I need you so, ohhhh...
Driving around aimlessly and looking emotionally overwrought probably isn't going to do the trick. Maybe he should try talking to this avian goddess who has bewitched him so, or give her some erotically packaged birdseed or something. Am I taking this bird thing too far? Yes!
Take these broken wings / And learn to fly again, learn to live so free
I don't get what's going on here. Does he want to save his relationship, or is the relationship over and he's trying to get on with his life? I mean, this whole bird/wings/flying metaphor is exceedingly clever and original, but maybe it's too clever by half, or something. I think I'm running off the rails here.
When we hear the voices sing / The book of love will open up and let us in
This line just really doesn't make sense in any context.
Baby, I think tonight / We can take what was wrong and make it right
Brilliant songwriting. Nothing more to say.
Baby, it's all I know / That you're half of the flesh and blood that makes me whole
I am starting to wonder what Mr. Page was drinking out of that purse.
So the song then goes on for nearly three more minutes, without any significant variation in the lyrics. I think my brain is as broken as Richard Page's wings.