Disclaimer: My interpretation of this song is very personal to my life as it pertains to the untimely and painful suffering/ ultimate death of my father, but I want to share with all as it has helped me tremendously. I treat the lyrics as if my subconscious/soul is speaking to me.
I'm a wounded man on top of trees.
-I have suffered a great loss and I am "climbing to get back to normal, at what I think currently is the top."
Gazing at the world below my feet.
-disconnected from the real world/in another place mentally.
Fickle feelings find a way to me.
-Fickle definition: changing frequently, especially as regards one's loyalties, interests, or affection.
-unsure of myself, actions and feelings.
Like hard winds blowing when were lost at sea.
-Analogy to describe being lost and without hope, up against it all.
Defeated pride, finally got the chance to let go.
I've swallowed my pride to come to terms with what is happening and found acceptance.
Keeping it quiet, not a worry in the world that we know.
-Supressing my feelings and staying strong for the rest of the family through these hard times, but also not engaging with my father as he deserves when near to death.
I can't decide if I should let the words spill out at a time like this.
-Processing doubt within my decisions. Am I being helpful or not?
Bright skies, but I've been known to stay in on days such as this.
-wish washing between the good and bad feelings from person to person/can't be there to help at all times.
Keep it inside and swallow whatever it is that keeps you warm.
Stay strong for everyone else. When I feel weak, think of happy thoughts.
Hold it back, for what's to come might crush you.
-Not only am I doing this for others, but I am doing it for myself as well. Because if the full realization hits me it may be unbearable.
I take it back, because you're all that I've been up to and I can't react.
-Feeling self doubt as to whether what I am doing is the right thing or not, making it hard to react.
And it's numbing me, taking up all of my time.
-These feelings are overwhelming and all encompassing.
So quiet, there is more to me that I have yet to find.
-Give me space, I know I can do better.
Take it slowly.
-I am only human.
I thought the trees were begging me to climb.
-I just want to escape.
Even though you're always on my mind.
-I shouldn't feel this way. I need to be strong.
When I get to see your face again.
-Accepting death and consolation of the fact, knowing that I will meet this person in the afterlife.
Can't help the way that I have been.
-apologising for the actions I have taken.
When keeping it quiets become a trend.
-its getting obvious to others that my quiet "strength" is showing my inner pain.
That's why it's hard for me to end.
-As my true colors show, I grow more stubborn in an attempt to mask them.
All the countless hours I would spend making it work out up in my head.
-Constantly battling with myself as to whether i am doing the right thing or not.
Now i'm filled up with only regret, there is no way to just forget.
-I have chosen wrong and have to live the rest of my life in regret of the poor decisions I have made.
Disclaimer: My interpretation of this song is very personal to my life as it pertains to the untimely and painful suffering/ ultimate death of my father, but I want to share with all as it has helped me tremendously. I treat the lyrics as if my subconscious/soul is speaking to me.
I'm a wounded man on top of trees. -I have suffered a great loss and I am "climbing to get back to normal, at what I think currently is the top."
Gazing at the world below my feet. -disconnected from the real world/in another place mentally.
Fickle feelings find a way to me. -Fickle definition: changing frequently, especially as regards one's loyalties, interests, or affection. -unsure of myself, actions and feelings.
Like hard winds blowing when were lost at sea. -Analogy to describe being lost and without hope, up against it all.
Defeated pride, finally got the chance to let go.
Keeping it quiet, not a worry in the world that we know. -Supressing my feelings and staying strong for the rest of the family through these hard times, but also not engaging with my father as he deserves when near to death.
I can't decide if I should let the words spill out at a time like this. -Processing doubt within my decisions. Am I being helpful or not?
Bright skies, but I've been known to stay in on days such as this. -wish washing between the good and bad feelings from person to person/can't be there to help at all times.
Keep it inside and swallow whatever it is that keeps you warm.
Hold it back, for what's to come might crush you. -Not only am I doing this for others, but I am doing it for myself as well. Because if the full realization hits me it may be unbearable.
I take it back, because you're all that I've been up to and I can't react. -Feeling self doubt as to whether what I am doing is the right thing or not, making it hard to react.
And it's numbing me, taking up all of my time. -These feelings are overwhelming and all encompassing.
So quiet, there is more to me that I have yet to find. -Give me space, I know I can do better.
Take it slowly. -I am only human.
I thought the trees were begging me to climb. -I just want to escape.
Even though you're always on my mind. -I shouldn't feel this way. I need to be strong.
When I get to see your face again. -Accepting death and consolation of the fact, knowing that I will meet this person in the afterlife.
Can't help the way that I have been. -apologising for the actions I have taken.
When keeping it quiets become a trend. -its getting obvious to others that my quiet "strength" is showing my inner pain.
That's why it's hard for me to end. -As my true colors show, I grow more stubborn in an attempt to mask them.
All the countless hours I would spend making it work out up in my head. -Constantly battling with myself as to whether i am doing the right thing or not.
Now i'm filled up with only regret, there is no way to just forget. -I have chosen wrong and have to live the rest of my life in regret of the poor decisions I have made.