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Here Comes the Phantom Lyrics
April in my mind, but I can't sleep
So I take a walk under the trees
What did I see? Summer waits the leaves
As lovely as I've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes
My heart is playing like a violin
Sunday, and she called again
Now where can I go?
Somewhere the wind don't blow me back into the conversations
Promises and situations, yeah
It's all constant, in the air.
The phantom finds you cryin' in the streets
Lonely cops pick flowers on their beats
And what do they see? Summer waits in the leaves
As lovely as they've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes
My heart is playing like a violin
Sunday and she called again
All of the dreams that you dream
I hope that they are all of me
I hope that they are all of me
It's the phantom
Here comes the phantom
So I take a walk under the trees
What did I see? Summer waits the leaves
As lovely as I've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes
Sunday, and she called again
Now where can I go?
Somewhere the wind don't blow me back into the conversations
Promises and situations, yeah
It's all constant, in the air.
Lonely cops pick flowers on their beats
And what do they see? Summer waits in the leaves
As lovely as they've ever known
Happiness just comes and goes
Sunday and she called again
All of the dreams that you dream
I hope that they are all of me
I hope that they are all of me
Here comes the phantom
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For me it's about a guy who tries to move on with his life while a former lover, who he still loves, calls him every sunday. She realizes her life is worse without him, but they both know it can't happen again. Still, when she calls, summer waits in the leaves, as lovely as he'd ever known. The rest of the time he tries to keep himself busy so the wind won't blow him back to the conversations, promises and situations. The thought of her is constant in the air.
He knows it's all in vain, so the phantom he's become finds his shell crying in the streets. When sunday comes again, his heart plays like a violin with the bittersweet conviction that what they both had still matters in some way. Even when he logically knows that every good thing they shared is over, he hopes that she, even if she promises love to another person, still dreams about that one love that went away. Of course, that solves nothing: he's still a phantom haunting empty, soulless streets.
Or maybe I just think that because it described my life perfectly for some months.
This is one of my favorite songs. Very poptomistic