Lyrics
Quietly thinking over
Reflecting quietly on thoughts
Looking for luck between the clovers
Seeking luck in unlikely places
Early spring
Set in early spring
Went for a walk in the dunes
Took a stroll in the sand dunes
We could hear them from a distance
Heard distant voices
High voices so familiar
Familiar high-pitched voices
And in the air the smell of the sea
Air carried the scent of the sea
The water still cold
The water remained cold
It might just be a memory
Suggesting the experience might be a memory
Today it’s quietly taking over
The memory is resurfacing quietly
I was there singing along
The narrator participated in the past, singing along
Floating down the river
Describing a leisurely float down a river
Flowing to you
Flowing towards someone or something
I let go ‘cause I know
Letting go with the knowledge of imminent challenges
I’ll soon taste the salt
Anticipating the taste of salt, possibly from tears
That’s where I want to be
Expressing a desire to be by the sea
Love, can you give me back my peace of mind
Pleading for emotional tranquility from a loved one
If I had a choice, I would rather go blind
Expressing a preference for blindness over a painful choice
‘Cause pictures don’t go for a walk
Highlighting the immobility of pictures
Quietly thinking over today
Continuing quiet contemplation
I want to go out, but the picture says ’stay’
A conflicting desire to go out, but a picture suggests staying
Trying to pick up the pace
An attempt to increase speed or urgency
Clean up the mess
Cleaning up a mess, likely metaphorical
But the image remains
The lasting impact of an image despite efforts to clean up
Love, can you give me back my peace of mind
Reiterating the plea for emotional peace
If I had a choice, I would rather go blind
Expressing a willingness to sacrifice vision for relief
‘Cause pictures don’t go for a walk, don’t you know
Emphasizing the immobility of pictures emotionally
Pictures don’t go for a walk, don’t you know
Repetition to underscore the static nature of pictures
Pictures don’t go for a walk, don’t you know
Reiteration of the idea that pictures do not move
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