Holland, 1945
Echoes of Love and Loss: Unveiling the Poignant Tale in 'Holland, 1945'
Lyrics
The only girl I've ever loved
The singer reflects on the only girl they've loved.
Was born with roses in her eyes
Describes the girl's unique beauty or purity, symbolized by "roses in her eyes."
But then they buried her alive
Tragically, she was buried alive, indicating a premature and unjust death.
One evening in 1945
Specifies the year 1945, likely referencing the end of World War II and the accompanying devastation.
With just her sister at her side
Highlights the girl's isolation during her final moments, only accompanied by her sister.
And only weeks before the guns
Refers to a period shortly before war (symbolized by "the guns") disrupted lives.
All came and rained on everyone
Implies the devastation caused by war, affecting everyone indiscriminately.
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Metaphorically portrays the deceased girl as a reborn boy in Spain, playing fiery pianos, potentially symbolizing rebirth or transformation after death.
Playing pianos filled with flames
Evokes vivid imagery of a surreal scene possibly representing destruction or chaos.
On empty rings around the sun
Metaphorically suggests a changed world after the girl's death, with the singer expressing their fulfillment of a dream.
I'll sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pack up every piece
Emphasizes the necessity of packing up remnants of a past life.
Of the life we used to love
Reflects on the affection and attachment to the life that's now being left behind.
Just to keep ourselves
Expresses the need to retain something for survival amid upheaval.
At least enough to carry on
And now we ride the circus wheel
-With your dark brother wrapped in white
-Says it was good to be alive
-But now he rides a comet's flame
-And won't be coming back again
-The Earth looks better from a star
-That's right above from where you are
-He didn't mean to make you cry
-With sparks that ring and bullets fly
-On empty rings around your heart
-The world just screams and falls apart
-But now we must pack up every piece
-Of the life we used to love
-Just to keep ourselves
-At least enough to carry on
-And here's where your mother sleeps
-And here is the room where your brothers were born
-Indentations in the sheets
-Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
-And it's so sad to see the world agree
-That they'd rather see their faces filled with flies
-All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes
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