We Built This Come Death

Emotional Reflections: Yearning, Longing, and Life's Blues
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Lyrics

Now you see all this time

Reflecting on the past, acknowledging the passage of time.

Work nine to five

Engaged in conventional work hours, a regular job from 9 to 5.

Monday through Friday I'm singing

Expressing the singer's engagement in a routine, possibly mundane workweek.

I sing the blues for you

Singing metaphorical "blues" to convey emotional struggles or hardships.


Now I'm standing in the pouring rain

Presenting a scene of standing in the rain, symbolizing challenges or difficulties.

My feet are cold but I can't complain

Despite discomfort, the singer refrains from complaining about their situation.

And I wonder how you have been

Expressing curiosity about someone's well-being, possibly a past connection.

I need you love I miss you so

Conveying a longing for love and expressing missing someone.


I know it's right but it's always strange

Recognizing a situation as right, but acknowledging its inherent strangeness.

How I scream

Describing the act of screaming, possibly representing inner turmoil or frustration.

All this life's worth all the while

Affirming that life, despite its challenges, is worthwhile.

Heartache and slave driving pain

Describing emotional pain and the harshness of life's challenges.


I sing the blues for you

Reiteration of singing the blues, emphasizing the emotional expression through music.

Now I'm standing in the pouring rain

Continuation of the imagery of standing in the rain, facing difficulties.

My feet are cold but I can't complain

Despite physical discomfort, refraining from complaint.

And I wonder how you have been

Expressing curiosity about someone's well-being, echoing earlier lines.


I need you love I miss you so

Reiterating the need for love and the longing for someone missed.

I know it's right but it's always strange

Acknowledging the rightness of a situation while maintaining its inherent strangeness.

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