Stay Awake

this is my first post, but i really like this song right now, and i had an idea for how this could be interpreted. as with any song or work of art, it can mean something different to every single person who encounters it, but this is just how i take it.

i feel as though it could come from the perspective of the creative mind at night, whether it be writing songs or painting pictures or what have you.

literally, i am the blank page before you, i am the fine idea you crave - this is as if you were sitting down to write, and your mind will not let you leave the page before exploring this emotion you can't move away from. you're just searching for the right words.

i live and breathe under the moon, and when you cross the bridge i'll come find you - this is (as with most artists, regardless of their particular outlet) as if all of her long, quiet nights of thought and self analyzation leave an open space for creating, giving the impression that it is a real person you visit in the evening, who is waiting and will find you at the end of your 'bridge' and help you source and communicate your feelings.

stay awake with me, you know i can't just let you be - the feeling is there, don't leave the page blank and potentially lose your work in dreams, stay awake and work it out, express it.

i don't have a skin like you do, to hold it all in like you do, i don't have a soul like you, the only one i have is the one i stole from you - again, literally. despite the feeling that her artistic outlet is a real 'person' existing alongside her, the only way it can find a voice is to be spoken for. it can't hold in feelings like a person can, it's like an inner voice constantly saying 'something is not right, you're missing something', it's the nagging thought in the back of your head that you should say something, but what...? and the only soul it has, is the one that was contributed by the artist almost unwillingly, because like with most things you create abstractly, your heart and mind sort of become hostage to whatever your muses are... almost as if they're suddenly possessed by a feeling in order for you to make beautiful things.