The smell of freedom...
...like the top of a newborn baby's head.
A brilliant lyric...one of their best, if you ask me.
It's not about hospitals or baby powder, it's about travail and triumph. It's about the smell of blood and amniotic fluid...it's not fragrant; in fact it might even turn your stomach, but it's the smell of new life and unlimited potential.
It's the smell of Tiananmen Square, the smell of Kabul, the smell of Baghdad and Fallujah. It's the smell of the Rose Revolution in Tibilisi, Georgia, and the Orange Revolution in Kiev, Ukraine. Maybe this'll help: it's the smell of Neo when he woke up onboard the Nebuchadnezzar.
It ain't pretty, but it's a fresh start. And now the sky's the limit.