The third stanza begins with a memory of the two of them but then turns the scenario on himself alone as if to show that he's starting to realize (or actually believe) that he doesn't need her by his side in order to live the sort of life he'd concocted in his mind for the two of them. He knows that he's emotionally crippled and wants to move on but there's an undeniable weakness in his voice as if he's still trapped in the throes of emotion and trying to convince himself of these independent things that he's capable of. He then realizes that he's now not who he used to be and knows that he needs to move on rather than wallowing in pity and depression but his tone betrays his words. Rather than being a prison, the cage represents the comfort and stability of a long term relationship that he enjoyed being trapped in. He's loved and lost and now feels foolish, heartbroken, and exposed after the experience changed him from something wild and independent and free into something desperate, reactive, and needy. I interpret the song as a sort of progression as the singer first comes to realize that love, deep vulnerable love, is nothing like the romanticized fantasy version of it he pieced together in his mind based on society's false portrayal of it. As many others have mentioned the lyrics primarily allude to the discovery of a painful, entrapping sort of love by the singer and a personal resolution to avoid allowing oneself to become that vulnerable again but there's so much more to it than just that. My InterpretationSuch a wonderfully hypnotic and earnest song. You just to stand there in the glass looking at meīut my heart is wild, and my bones are steelĪnd I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free Just a killer come to call from some awful dream I do not lay in the dark waiting for day hereĪnd I'm racing out on the desert plains all night I see the shadows that we cast in the cold clean lightĪnd we race right out on the desert plains all night You see the moon is bright in that treetop night To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand I will not lay like this for days now upon end Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand It puts its face up to my face so I could see
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