Story Behind the Song
sometimes, waking abruptly from a dream, we remain confused in a space between waking and sleeping. sometimes, we call out someone's name and realize that they were never there in the first place.
Lyrics
Where are you now?
You rose and you fell as my eyes held your image,
Your tears fell to hell, quenching fire with fire?
I heard your last scream, or was that a dream?
Was that a dream?
Or was it my own lack of foresight, atoned?
I dug all around through the ash
I though I had found you for a moment
But I was wrong...
You slipped out of my hands like loose gravel
I squeezed as tight as I could but you just slipped through my fingers
And crumbled away into dust. (dust, dust, dust)
I reached for you in the blackness,
I fumbled aimlessly through the heat of that furnace,
Till I slipped and I fell backwards
And maybe that’s where I lost you (only your teeth remain in the ash that i rummage through)
You rose and you cried, and my selfishness died,
And your flesh, burning, held in its absence
My very own hell.
This hell escaped to ensnare me
I was folded up like a napkin,
Inhibition was satin. So smooth, and indulgent,
But how long could I hold it?
Tell me, please, somebody must know the answer
Please tell me, I need to be freed from this dilemma.
I dropped it, I sold it
I peddled it as glassware in an open-air market
And it was bought up by the masses. Bought like medicine for the masses.
Bought like medicine for the pale hypochondriacal masses.
I long for it now, that piece of release,
That cold unfeeling pain
A cloak soaked in rain to drape over my sunburned shoulders.
You lived
You died, and I died by your side.
And so you said “Please don’t forget me my son”
But my hands are still wet with blood.
How could I forget?
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