All the Leaves Are Falling
Journey Through Seasons: Reflections on Life and Loss
Lyrics
I was at your funeral
I was present at your funeral
I was in the cubicle
I was working in the office
I was there when you were young
I knew you when you were young
Laid out looking beautiful
You were laid out in a way that looked beautiful (possibly referring to a deceased person)
You were born no silver spoon
You were not born into wealth or privilege
You were born so beautiful
You were inherently beautiful despite not having privileges
All the leaves are falling
The season is changing, symbolized by leaves falling from trees
As summer leads into autumn
Transition from summer to autumn is occurring
The call of the wild is on us
There is a strong primal urge or instinct within us
Pick our brains up from the bottom
We're trying to recover or reclaim our thoughts or ideas from a difficult place
Dublin city rains in my soul
There's a sense of melancholy or sadness in Dublin
Its a fuckin savage reason to come home
Returning home to Dublin is emotionally intense and challenging
Savagery that they all had to leave their homes
It's brutal that people had to leave their homes
But its a fuckin savage feeling to come home
Feeling intense and raw coming back home
Maybe we just don’t belong
Perhaps there's a sense of not fitting in or being out of place
I was at your funeral
Reiteration of being present at the funeral
I was in the cubicle
Reiteration of being in the office
I was there when you were young
Reiteration of knowing the person in their youth
You were there when I was 1
The person being addressed was present when the speaker was very young
I was at your funeral
Reiteration of being present at the funeral
Your ma was on the pew with me
The deceased person's mother was sitting with the speaker during the funeral
I saw you at the funeral
The speaker saw something related to the deceased during the funeral
Maybe its not news to you, but I’ll be leaving soon
It may not be a surprise to the deceased person, but the speaker will be departing soon
All the leaves are falling as summer turns into autumn
Reiteration of the changing season, symbolized by falling leaves
Call of the wild is on us
There's a primal or instinctive call that's affecting us
Pick our brains up from the bottom.
We're trying to retrieve our thoughts or ideas from a difficult situation
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