The Pantaloon

The Pantaloon
Song by Twenty One Pilots from the album Twenty One Pilots
Recorded	June — November 2009
Released	December 29, 2009
Format	Digital
Length	3:33
Time signature	4/4
Tempo	99
Key	F major
Live debut	13 May 2010
Last played	25 June 2017
Live count	148
Writer	Tyler Joseph
Producer	Tyler Joseph, Chris Salih
Label	Self-released
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The Pantaloon is the third song on the album Twenty One Pilots by Twenty One Pilots.

Background

A «Pantaloon» is a foolish pantomime character. The lyrics suggest that time will make fools out of us all. The protagonist watches his grandfather’s mind deteriorate followed by his father’s. As he grows older, he begins to follow in his elder’s footsteps despite his attempts to do the opposite, losing his mind just as they did.

The Pantaloon could suggest a personification of a disease like dementia.

Versions

Title	Releas	Length	Recorded	Released	Notes
The Pantaloon	Twenty One Pilots	3:33	Second half of 2009	29 Dec 2009

Live

Professional recordings

Date	Type	Location	City	Country	Notes
25 Mar 2011	Video	Ohio Media School	Columbus, OH	United States	Interview.
26 Apr 2013	Video	LC Pavilion	Columbus, OH	United States

Lyrics

Album version

[Verse 1] Your grandpa died when you were nine They said he had lost his mind You have learned way too soon You should never trust the Pantaloon [Verse 2] Now it's your turn to be alone Find a wife and build yourself a home You have learned way too soon That your dad is now the Pantaloon [Chorus] You are tired, you are hurt A moth ate through your favorite shirt And all your friends fertilize the ground you walk Lose your mind [Bridge] He's seen too many stare downs Between the sun and the moon In the morning air, how He used to hustle all the people Walking through the fairgrounds He's been around so long He's changed his meaning of a chair now Because a chair now Is like a tiny island in the sea of all the people Who glide across the very surface That made his bones feeble The end can't come soon enough But is it too soon? Either way he can't deny He is a Pantaloon [Chorus] You are tired, you are hurt A moth ate through your favorite shirt And all your friends fertilize the ground you walk Lose your mind [Verse 3] You like to sleep alone It's colder than you know 'Cause your skin is so Used to colder bones It's warmer in the morning Than what it is at night Your bones are held together By your nightmares and your frights [Chorus] You are tired, you are hurt A moth ate through your favorite shirt And all your friends, they fertilize the ground you walk So lose your mind You are tired, you are hurt A moth ate through your favorite shirt And all your friends, they fertilize the ground you walk Lose your mind