Lyrics
You never noticed, the walls were crumbling down
You were oblivious to the deteriorating state of things, the metaphorical walls collapsing.
Our precious garden, where will the flower grow now?
The once cherished garden is now in question, uncertainty about the growth of the flower.
Beautiful lover, 1959
Reference to a lover, possibly nostalgic, identified with the year 1959.
I bottomed out on my own
Experiencing a personal low point or crisis.
I bottomed out on my own
Repetition emphasizes the individual nature of hitting rock bottom.
Alla, what you sewing today?
Addressing someone named Alla, inquiring about their current activity.
Hide away from, the Golden Age
Choosing to hide from a supposedly glorious past, the Golden Age.
They keep it hidden, right under my nose
An awareness of something concealed, possibly significant, but overlooked.
Who am I kidding? I don't want to go home
An acknowledgment of reluctance to return home, a sense of disillusionment.
You never noticed, the walls were crumbling down
A repetition of the initial line, underlining the lack of awareness regarding deteriorating circumstances.
Our precious garden, where will the flower grow now?
Reiteration of concern about the garden and the uncertain fate of the flower.
Beautiful lover, 1959
Revisiting the reference to a lover in 1959, suggesting a connection to the past.
I bottomed out on my own
Reemphasizing a personal rock bottom experience.
I bottomed out on my own
Repeated expression of an individual's struggle or crisis.
Salomé, August 22
Mentioning Salomé and a specific date, possibly indicating a significant event or person.
Tragic how life will bite down on you
Reflecting on life's harshness and its capacity to bite down on individuals.
I keep it simple but everyone knows
Choosing simplicity while acknowledging that others are aware of one's plans.
How my best laid plans might just explode
Anticipating the potential failure of well-thought-out plans.
You never noticed, the walls were crumbling down
Reiterating the lack of awareness regarding the crumbling walls.
Our precious garden, where will the flower grow now?
Revisiting concerns about the garden and the uncertain future of the flower.
Beautiful lover, 1959
Repeating the mention of a lover in 1959, reinforcing a connection to a specific time.
I bottomed out on my own
Reiterating a personal experience of hitting rock bottom.
I bottomed out on my own
Emphasizing the individual nature of facing personal challenges and crises.
Where on Earth can I learn to sew?
Pondering where one can acquire the skill of sewing, possibly a metaphor for coping or mending.
Where on Earth will my flowers grow?
Questioning where the metaphorical flowers of one's life will find fertile ground.
Where on Earth can I learn to sew?
Repetition of the desire to learn sewing, suggesting a search for resilience or coping mechanisms.
Where on Earth will my flowers grow?
Reiterating the uncertainty about where the metaphorical flowers will thrive.
Where on Earth can I learn to sew?
Continued contemplation about acquiring the skill of sewing for personal growth or recovery.
Where on Earth will my flowers grow?
Continued uncertainty about the future and where the metaphorical flowers will flourish.
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