Lyrics
November 16, 1973.
Setting the date, establishing a specific time frame for the narrative.
The years fly by like the ever-passing breeze.
Reflecting on the swift passage of time, using a metaphor of a fleeting breeze.
And she still rises with the sun.
Highlighting a woman's resilience, consistently starting anew with the sunrise.
She looks passed her own needs for those two boys she loves.
Depicting a selfless mother prioritizing her sons over her own needs.
Ten years, ten years is such a long time to find a way to say goodbye.
Expressing the challenge of finding a proper way to bid farewell over an extended period.
In the attic of his mind are creaking floorboards and shattered glass.
Describing mental turmoil with imagery of a deteriorating attic containing memories.
Dilapidating with time.
Emphasizing the decay and deterioration of these memories over time.
Decaying, kept out of the light.
Highlighting the attempt to keep painful memories hidden and unexposed.
Searching, for something, he knows that he can't find. (he can't find)
Expressing a futile search for something elusive and unattainable.
But he still, but he still tries.
Despite the challenges, there is a persistent effort to keep searching and trying.
I can't help but remember, the feeling of hoping that it would all get better.
Recalling the feeling of optimism despite difficulties, implying unresolved issues.
And I guess it doesn't matter, his ghost still haunts me, so I guess I will just wait for what comes after.
Acknowledging the haunting impact of past experiences and the anticipation of what comes next.
The house wrapped, in disrepair.
Describing a house in a state of neglect and disrepair, mirroring the emotional state.
Just like the ones living there.
Drawing a parallel between the physical condition of the house and its occupants.
In the basement of his soul, there's water damage, memories stolen, The Flood became his home.
Depicting emotional damage and stolen memories in the metaphorical basement of the soul.
Waterboarded walls, a broken foundation, no light, no life, no hope, no home.
Using powerful imagery to convey a broken, hopeless foundation of life.
I can barely remember seeing a family that fought their wars together.
Expressing a fading memory of a united family facing challenges together.
And I guess I can't defend her. She said, God help us carry on.
Admitting the inability to defend someone, possibly the mother, and seeking divine help.
So, I picked up and I moved on as my fire, it dwindles down, and I'm burnt out.
Relocating as a metaphor for moving on, but facing exhaustion and burnout.
Does anyone hear me?
Pleading for acknowledgment and understanding, questioning if anyone is listening.
Does anyone care?
Expressing a sense of isolation and questioning if anyone cares about the struggles.
My mind keeps spiraling downward, and my heart's in disrepair.
Portraying a deteriorating mental state and emotional distress.
November 16, 1973.
Repeating the date, suggesting a cyclical or recurring theme in the narrative.
The years have not been kind, and he's running out of time.
Highlighting the adverse effects of time on an individual, possibly the father figure.
And he fights!
Describing a continuous struggle, likely inherited from the father's experiences.
He fights, he fights his father's war, on his mind, for his family, but they both chose the wrong door.
Portraying a generational cycle of fighting a war, hinting at choices leading to adversity.
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