Necromantic Lover speaks tethered communication to both the living and the romantic dead. Acting as a conduit of the love unseen, the speaker performs in a raw, desperate attempt to reach out beyond the physical world and embrace the attachments within the realms of the soul. The simplicity of the speaker is deceiving—she rests on an emotional bridge between two worlds: one of flesh and one of spirit, swaying with the desire to find meaning in the truth of what is felt in the claims of One true love. It's through these reverberations that we throw our voices into the void, hoping that they will be heard, and that our souls will be recognized. What is love if not the committance of the self and soul in entirety, as separation from such a romance would cause certain death—with another renewal to be blasphemous across the chasm of life and death. It's lyricism draws pleas to this new feeling, to be longing for such understanding in the most intimate and profound sense. Despite her physical revival, the speaker finds herself grappling with the hollow space where love once lived. The heart's "ambient twitching" represents the lingering numbness, the unnaturalness of this second life. The constant "inspection of the morgue" symbolizes both her internal search for what remains of herself—what she still craves but may never regain—and the attraction her new lover feels for her cold, lifeless state. It's in that resonance, between speaker and listener, where the soul's deepest yearning to be heard breaks through, finding its voice in a world that can no longer hear it. Ultimately, the parts of the self we sacrifice and the emptiness that can remain after we give it all away become transcended into an afterlife, viewing a new heaven in her lover's eyes. It's about coming back from death, only to discover that what we once thought was love might have only been a fleeting illusion. In the end, she weighs if there is any true life or love left for us. Are we doomed to live in a state of perpetual longing, always searching for something that can never fully bring us back in light of knowing all the losses of meaning with finding the beauty of this new romance. She submits to the wrong nature of giving what she can, in acceptance of her fate, asking when the time comes for this idyllic last lover to part from her, to please, lock the door.