Throwing Glass
Shattered Reflections: Throwing Glass
Lyrics
The city sleeps
The city is quiet and dormant.
I'm back home again
The narrator has returned home.
Sidewalks slick
The sidewalks are slippery.
With rain and oil and crime scene chalk
The sidewalks have rain, oil, and crime scene chalk, indicating a grim atmosphere.
Washing away
Rain is washing away the substances on the sidewalks.
Through the curb and to the grate
The water is flowing through the curb and to the grate.
To make its way back to whence it came
The water is returning to its source.
In my house of stone
The narrator's home is described as sturdy (made of stone).
I'm throwing glass
The narrator is breaking glass intentionally.
A kaleidoscope of shards
Breaking glass creates a varied and chaotic display.
Slicing through the past
The shattered glass represents a disruption of the past.
In your house of straw
Describes someone else's home as fragile (made of straw).
I'll light the match
The narrator is metaphorically lighting a match in the fragile home.
And huff and puff and howl
Attempting to destroy the fragile home through force.
And dissolve upon impact
The destruction is not lasting, dissolving upon impact.
Thick wisteria hangs in the breeze
Describing a thick wisteria in the air.
Choking back the cloud of vengeance hanging between you and me
The wisteria represents a tension or conflict between the narrator and someone else.
In my house of stone
Reiteration of the narrator's sturdy home.
I'm throwing glass
Repeating the act of throwing glass in the narrator's sturdy home.
A kaleidoscope of shards
Repeating the chaotic and varied display of shattered glass.
Slicing through the past
Repeating the idea of disrupting the past through glass-breaking.
In your house of cards
Describing someone else's home as fragile (made of cards).
Built on politics and tact
Describing the fragile home's foundation as based on politics and tact.
I'll shake the foundation
The narrator is trying to shake the foundation of the fragile home.
And dissolve on impact
The attempt at destruction is not lasting, dissolving on impact.
Never leaving home again, I'm never leaving home
The narrator has decided not to leave home again.
Underneath the bridge where the lights won't shine
Under a bridge where there is darkness, the narrator is contemplating and expressing thoughts.
I'll scratch out my thoughts and scratch them from my mind
The narrator is actively trying to remove certain thoughts from their mind.
Underneath the bridge where the lights refuse to shine
Repeating the imagery of being under a bridge in darkness.
I'll scratch out memories then scratch out my eyes
Continuing the act of trying to erase memories.
Lights won't shine
Repeating that lights won't shine, emphasizing darkness.
Lights won't shine
Repeating the lack of light, suggesting a gloomy state.
Scratch my eyes
The narrator metaphorically scratches out their own eyes.
I've heard of this clandestine shelter (Did I really think that I'm an army of one, always holding out, never holding on)
Reflecting on the idea of a secret shelter, questioning the narrator's self-perception as a lone force.
Free from the reach of prey and predator (Did I really think that I'm an army of one, never reaching out, never reaching up)
Comparing the shelter to the narrator's perceived isolation and lack of connection.
Much like my
Incomplete line, unclear meaning.
Light won't shine
Repeating the idea that lights won't shine, reinforcing a sense of darkness.
Light won't shine
Reiterating the lack of light, emphasizing a gloomy atmosphere.
Scratch out my eyes
Repeating the act of metaphorically scratching out the narrator's eyes.
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