In an interview Chris Cornell tells how he came to write the song ‘Like Suicide.’
Waking up to a loud thwack he looked outside to find a crow that had flown into his picture window
The injured bird was lying in his garden, paralyzed, with a broken neck. He put the bird out of its misery by killing it with a nearby brick. The incident troubled him so much that he wrote this song.
Heard it from another room
Eyes were waking up just to fall asleep
Love's like suicide
Dazed out in a garden bed
With a broken neck lays my broken gift
Just like suicide
And my last ditch
Was my last brick
Lent to finish her
Finish her
She lived like a murder
How she'd fly so sweetly
She lived like a murder
But she died just like suicide
Bit down on the bullet now
I had a taste so sour
I had to think of something sweet
Love's like suicide
Safe outside my gilded cage
With an ounce of pain
I wield a ton of rage
Just like suicide
With eyes of blood
And bitter blue
How I feel for you
I feel for you
She lived like a murder
How she'd fly so sweetly
She lived like a murder
But she died just like suicide
I don't think Chris Cornell intend to kill himself. I believe it was an accident that looks, “just like suicide.” Rest in peace Chris. Nobody sings like you anymore.
