Rare Thing
Love Beyond Taking: Unveiling the Rare Thing in Frances Quinlan's Melody
Lyrics
My love in the dream, you were already speaking
Reflection on a dream where the speaker's love was communicating.
I was too shocked to make any one of my tired speeches
The speaker was too surprised to respond with their usual tired remarks.
Listen, that's a rare thing for me
Acknowledging that such moments of genuine communication are rare for the speaker.
Sunlight touches on the plants that I've been torturing
Sunlight highlights plants the speaker has struggled to care for.
Yet when I come over I love that quick delay before your face lights in recognition
Expressing appreciation for the moment of recognition on a loved one's face.
I know there is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody
Recognition of a purer form of love not based on taking from others.
Was so much for me not real?
Questioning the authenticity of past experiences or emotions.
I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
Admitting to staying small by exaggerating the importance of strangers.
Through the chaos I can see
Seeing clarity through chaos, gaining understanding.
All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet
Observing someone appreciating various aspects of life.
Come to think of it
Reflecting on a dream, realizing it was a nightmare with no familiar faces.
The dream was a nightmare with no one who knew me just then
Expressing a sense of isolation in the dream.
You were there
Highlighting the presence of the love interest in the dream.
Two-foot tall little bear
Describing the love interest metaphorically as a small bear.
Took my hand and introduced me to everybody
Recalling a moment in the dream where the love interest introduced the speaker.
I watched as you were named on that mid-February morning
Witnessing the naming of the love interest in the dream.
I know there is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody
Reiteration of a pure form of love unrelated to taking from others.
Was so much for me not real?
Questioning the reality of past experiences or emotions.
I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
Admitting to keeping oneself small by exaggerating the significance of strangers.
Through the chaos I can see
Perceiving clarity through chaos, gaining insight.
All afternoon you inhale every bouquet you meet
Observing someone savoring the beauty of life throughout the afternoon.
I have to stop myself and admit I am happy
The speaker acknowledges happiness but needs self-restraint.
There is love that doesn't have to do with taking something from somebody
Reiteration of a pure form of love unrelated to taking from others.
Was so much for me not real?
Questioning the authenticity of past experiences or emotions.
I only managed to stay small by making giants out of strangers
Admitting to staying small by exaggerating the importance of strangers.
Through the window you look out at me
The love interest observes the speaker through the window.
I have to stop myself and admit you make me happy
The speaker acknowledges happiness due to the love interest.
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