Lyrics
The Earth was trembling on their wedding day.
The world was unsettled or in turmoil during their wedding day.
The sun was cold; the sky was chrome.
The atmosphere was bleak and unwelcoming.
They spoke their lines like actors in a play,
They communicated their lines or vows mechanically, like performers.
Changed their clothes, and hurried home.
After the ceremony, they swiftly changed clothes and left.
Now, in their dreams, the season lingers.
They still hold onto memories of better times in their dreams.
There is no wisdom in this pain.
Pain doesn't inherently offer wisdom.
She turns the ring around her finger.
She fiddles with her wedding ring, possibly feeling uncertain.
He hopes that, somehow, things will change.
He maintains hope for a positive change despite challenges.
We cry to the wind to mend what's broken,
Seeking a solution from the uncontrollable, hoping to mend things.
But where on Earth can we rest assured?
Anxious about finding a secure place or solution.
Who'll spin these dreams into something golden?
Searching for someone to turn their dreams into a better reality.
Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world?
Asking who can fix the major problems affecting the world.
The top of the world...
Reiteration of the concern about the state of the world.
The dogs were howling around the White House.
Dogs howling, possibly indicating unrest or warning around the seat of power.
Election day, in the land of the mall.
Referring to a significant political event in a consumer-driven society.
I have no hopes, no expectations;
A sense of disillusionment or resignation regarding the future.
I watch my shadow grow on the wall,
Feeling like one's existence is slowly fading or becoming insignificant.
And through my heart this empty wind blows.
An emotional emptiness that's pervasive.
There is no wisdom in this pain.
Reiteration of the lack of inherent wisdom in pain.
There are no bars across these windows,
Feeling confined or restricted despite physical freedom.
But I'm a prisoner just the same.
Feeling trapped despite apparent freedom.
We cry to the wind to mend what's broken,
Seeking solutions from uncontrollable forces.
But where on Earth can we rest assured?
A repetitive quest for a secure place or solution.
Who'll spin these dreams into something golden?
Seeking someone to transform dreams into reality.
Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world?
Reiteration of the need for someone to fix major world issues.
The top of the world...
Reiteration of the concern about the state of the world.
If our hearts became our anvils,
Considering if hearts can be the tools to create change.
If wisdom's hammer was in our hands,
Wondering if wisdom and empathy can empower change.
Could you and I build something better?
Questioning the capability to build something better together.
Do you think our hearts would understand?
Reflecting on the understanding and empathy within the hearts.
We cry to the wind to mend what's broken,
Seeking solutions from uncontrollable forces.
But where on Earth can we rest assured?
Continued search for a secure place or solution.
Who'll spin these dreams into something golden?
Seeking someone to transform dreams into reality.
Who'll fix the hole at the top of the world?
Reiteration of the need for someone to fix major world issues.
Top of the world, yeah...
Reiteration of the concern about the state of the world.
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