What Wild Things Were
Nostalgia Unveiled: Capturing Lost Moments in 'What Wild Things Were'
Lyrics
I still remember the turn of the leaves
I have vivid memories of the changing seasons, specifically the turning of the leaves.
And the first signs of blossom on our cherry trees
I recall the initial signs of cherry blossoms on our trees.
And I still hear rivers from old memories
I can still hear the sounds of rivers from past experiences.
I still star at starlight but only in dreams
Starlight captivates me, but now it's only accessible in dreams.
'Cause we broke the home that we had
We destroyed the home we once had.
And there's no, there's no going back
No possibility of returning to the past.
To when things were alive
A reference to a time when things were vibrant and alive.
And blue could describe
Describing the color blue, possibly symbolizing a peaceful sky.
The color the sky was before it burned
Recalling the color of the sky before some significant event (burning).
When we still woke up to the sound of the birds
A time when mornings were accompanied by the sound of birds.
And we didn't have to wonder what wild things were
Reflecting on a period when curiosity about the unknown was unnecessary.
Well I'm scared of forgetting how things used to be
Expressing fear of forgetting the past.
Like the days we could lay down on grass that was green
Reminiscing about carefree days spent on green grass.
And I miss how the winter once painted these streets
Missing the picturesque scenes created by winter.
And the sound that the snow made under my feet
Nostalgia for the sound of snow underfoot.
'Cause we broke the home that we had
Reiteration of the broken home.
And there's no, there's no going back
No chance of returning to the vibrant past.
To when things were alive
Recalling a time when life was lively.
And blue could describe
Describing the color blue as it was before a significant change.
The color the sky was before it burned
Reflecting on the sky's color before a transformative event.
When we still woke up to the sound of the birds
Nostalgia for mornings filled with bird sounds.
And we didn't have to wonder what wild things were
A time when the wonders of the world were apparent.
When we still woke up to the sound of the birds
Reiteration of waking up to bird sounds and wonder.
And we didn't have to wonder what wild things were
Continued reflection on the loss of the past.
Well if I have a daughter how will I ever tell her
Contemplating how to convey past struggles to a future generation.
The ghost that came before her
Acknowledging the impact of previous generations on the present.
Just broke the home that she has
Highlighting the broken state of the current home.
There's no, there's no going back
No prospect of returning to a more vibrant time.
To when things were alive
Recalling a time when life was lively.
And blue could describe
Describing the color blue as it was before a significant change.
The color the sky was before it burned
Reflecting on the sky's color before a transformative event.
How she'll never wake up to the sound of the birds
Anticipating a future without the soothing sounds of birds.
And she's always gonna wonder what wild things were, no, no, no
A realization that the next generation will wonder about lost wonders.
How she'll never wake up to the sound of the birds
Reiteration of the absence of morning bird sounds for the future.
And she's always gonna wonder what wild things were
Continued reflection on the future generation's curiosity.
She's always gonna wonder, she's never gonna know
The perpetual state of wonder and ignorance for the future generation.
She's always gonna wonder, she's never gonna know
Repetition of the idea that the future generation will never fully understand.
What wild things were
The persistent curiosity about the past's untamed experiences.
What wild things were
A reminder of the untamed wonders that once existed.
What wild things, wild things were
The lingering question about the past's untamed experiences.
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