The warming sun, the cooling rain
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze
The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through
The words of love, the cries of hate
And the man in the moon who seduced you
Then finally loosed you
You climbed upon a burning rope to escape the mob below
But you had put the flaming out so that others could now follow
To be out of the bounds and the barks of those who do not wish you well
You must blaze a trail of your own, unknown, alone
But keep in mind
Don't live today for tomorrow like you were immortal
The only survivors on this world of ours are
The warming sun, the cooling rain
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze
The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through
The words of love, the cries of hate
And the man in the moon who seduced you
Then finally loosed you
You're old and disillusioned now as you realise at least
That all you have accomplished here will have soon all turned to dust
You dream of a future after life, well that's as maybe, I don't know
But you can't take what you left behind, you're all alone
So keep in mind
Don't live today for tomorrow like you were immortal
The only survivors on this world of ours are
The warming sun, the cooling rain
The snowflake drifting on the breath of the breeze
The lightning bolt that clears the sky for you
Yet only eagles seem to pass on through
The words of love, the cries of hate
And the man in the moon who seduced you
Then finally loosed you
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by Harley100
Burning Rope Lyrics as written by Tony Banks
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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Don't live today for tommorrow like you are immortal...
Great lyrics as usual...
We see he is an insecure person, that fears the malice and shame from others, and only wants to be above others, so he/she does not feel the shame from others. The true motive of ambition is fear of others.
Yet even in mature reflection, his/her heart desires another type of fame, to be found in the after life. Perhaps there is an after-life, or perhaps he remains as vain.
The Stoic-Christian, theme of the transitory nature of life, the solitary life of the soul, and the pursuit of vain-glory, fame, and honor are in all in vain too is an important theme.
It does have the romantic and dramatic trademark of Banks around that time. It's like a mini One For The Vine in some respects.
And of course, the instrumental part is amazing...