Dear Dhinus
Heartfelt Reflections: Unraveling the Depths of Dear Dhinus
Lyrics
Dear Dhinus, did you call?
Addressing someone named Dhinus, questioning if they called.
It was the best surprise of all
Referring to a pleasant surprise from Dhinus as the best.
Don't need no crossroads or no scroll to sell your soul
Rejecting the need for conventional methods to sell one's soul.
Behind the writer of this song
Attributing the song to a writer with a history of failed love affairs.
Are a thousand love affairs gone wrong
Highlighting numerous unsuccessful romantic relationships.
You can only write when you're as lonely as a stone
Stating that creative output is born from deep loneliness.
(So you let the ones that you love go)
Suggesting the act of letting loved ones go for the sake of creativity.
Oh how my heart keeps beating
Expressing a persistent heartbeat despite challenges.
I know it's just repeating
Acknowledging repetitive emotions.
Feelings that were computed
Referencing emotions generated in the past while aiming high.
Long ago while you were shooting high
Linking past feelings to a time of ambitious pursuits.
I'm feeling like a butterfly
Feeling delicate and vulnerable like a butterfly.
Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die?
Pondering who will harm or hinder personal growth before death.
Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die?
Repeating the concern about potential harm to personal growth.
Tell the hangman not to start
Advising the hangman not to proceed, avoiding self-inflicted pain.
And wake the hermit from your heart
Calling for the awakening of emotions or love within oneself.
Burn the maps that chart your dreams
Encouraging the abandonment of unrealistic dreams by destroying their maps.
They're all just make believe
Asserting that dreams are merely illusions and not to be believed.
Oh how my heart keeps beating
Reiterating the persistence of emotions despite challenges.
I know it's just repeating
Acknowledging the repetitive nature of enduring emotions.
Feelings that were computed
Connecting present feelings to past experiences during ambitious pursuits.
Long ago while you were shooting high
Reflecting on emotions formed in the past while aiming high.
I'm feeling like a butterfly
Feeling fragile and delicate like a butterfly.
Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die?
Repeating the concern about potential harm to personal growth.
Who's gonna pluck my wings before I die?
Expressing the recurring worry about hindrance to personal growth before death.
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