The Heart Remains a Child
Unveiling the Eternal Yearning: The Heart's Unspoken Desires
Lyrics
I dreamed about you again last night.
I had a dream about you last night.
You never have the same face twice,
Your appearance in the dream varies each time.
But I always know it's you,
Despite the changing faces, I recognize it's you.
And you're always looking better than you really do.
You always appear more appealing than in reality.
Than you really do.
Reiteration of the idealized appearance.
And I walk around the whole next day
I carry a lingering feeling the next day.
Feeling like I've still got something to say.
Feeling there's something unsaid within me.
But I don't know what it is,
I'm uncertain about what that unsaid thing is.
And I don't know how to reach you even if I did.
I'm unsure how to communicate with you.
Even if I did.
Reiteration of difficulty in reaching out.
Do I want to hear that you forgive me?
Questioning if I want to hear your forgiveness.
Do I want to hear you're no good without me?
Contemplating if I want to know you struggle without me.
Am I big enough to hear that you never even think about me?
Am I strong enough to accept that you don't think of me?
Why should you ever think about me?
Questioning your reasons for not thinking about me.
And I thought that I'd outgrow this kind of thing.
Reflecting on the expectation to outgrow certain emotions.
Tell me, aren't we supposed to mature or something?
Asking if maturity is elusive and if this is the peak.
I haven't found that yet, is this as grown-up as we ever get?
Expressing the lack of perceived maturity.
Maybe this is as good as it gets.
Suggesting that current circumstances might be the best.
And years may go by, but I think the heart remains a child.
Despite the passage of time, the heart retains its innocence.
The mind may grow wise, but the heart just sulks and it whines and remains a child.
The mind may mature, but the heart remains petulant.
I think the heart remains a child.
Reiteration of the enduring childlike nature of the heart.
Why don't you love me?
Pleading inquiry about the lack of love.
Why don't you love me?
Repetition of the plea for love.
Why don't you love me?
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