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Imagine a world without me
Say you're falling apart
Let's pretend you've missed me for a while
Wouldn't you say you were lonely
And love was breaking your heart?
Put on your Sunday best and fake a smile
I dream of dreaming dreams of her
In twilight she's a constant blur
The picture is clear
And I'm still fact, she's fiction
Remember the night you were with me
Fell asleep by my side
Strangers together, your hand in mind
How come we never came closer
When all the stars were aligned?
I thought we had a moment
I dream of dreaming dreams of her
In twilight she's a constant blur
The picture is clear
And I'm still fact she's fiction
I seem to miss the missing part
She's still my favorite work of art
The picture is clear
And I'm still fact, she's fiction
No, nothing has changed 'cause I'm still fact, she's fiction
Or I may be imperfectly formed in this contradiction
I dream of dreaming dreams of her
In twilight she's a constant blur
The picture is clear
'Cause I'm still fact she's fiction
I fell in love with her longing
Let's just say that she never found out
Who it was she never found in me
Say you're falling apart
Let's pretend you've missed me for a while
Wouldn't you say you were lonely
And love was breaking your heart?
Put on your Sunday best and fake a smile
In twilight she's a constant blur
The picture is clear
And I'm still fact, she's fiction
Fell asleep by my side
Strangers together, your hand in mind
How come we never came closer
When all the stars were aligned?
I thought we had a moment
In twilight she's a constant blur
The picture is clear
And I'm still fact she's fiction
I seem to miss the missing part
She's still my favorite work of art
The picture is clear
And I'm still fact, she's fiction
Or I may be imperfectly formed in this contradiction
In twilight she's a constant blur
The picture is clear
'Cause I'm still fact she's fiction
Let's just say that she never found out
Who it was she never found in me
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I agree with many of the comments here, but still think there is room for more. I feel the song may not be about an imagined relationship, but about a real relationship that is lop-sided and lonely. The kind where one person is really in love, but the other is not. It may seem mutual for awhile but there comes a point of realization that the happily ever after you imagine is fictional. You may dream of how you wish things could be, and how you long for the other person to reciprocate, but in the end, love is lost and the only one who understands what could have been, is the one with the broken heart.
I absolutely adore this this song. It nearly brings me to tears every time I listen to it. <3 <3
These lyrics are wrong...
I think this song is about wishing there was someone special in his life and that he could dream about her as a real person...Its a beautiful song ^^
I think you\'ve got it quite right, but there\'s one slight additional twist:\n\n"I\'m still fact, she\'s fiction\nOr I may be imperfectly formed in this contradiction"\n\nThis seems to allow for the possibility that she is also imagining the writer in some fictional version in which the converse is also true... "she\'s fact, [that version of me] is fiction"\n\n"...Let\'s just say that she never found out\nWho it was she never found in me"\n\nIn fact, this is the state of most human relationships... the plaintive cry isn\'t just for an unrequited love, but for the "ships passing in the night" and the missed moment of connection, that could pierce through the fictions... \n\nOr, it could simply be the writer is imagining that she is imagining him... \n\nEither way, it\'s a beautiful song.
@john106703 Follow up note yo my original post: The last thing I said was "Or, it could simply be the writer is imagining she is imagining him..." ... I've thought further along this line; and I think it fits this way:
@john106703 Follow up note yo my original post: The last thing I said was "Or, it could simply be the writer is imagining she is imagining him..." ... I've thought further along this line; and I think it fits this way:
"You're still my favorite work of art" may indicate the writer realizes he is idealizing the object of his love, and then follows it with "Or I may be imperfectly formed in this contradiction" could indicate that, in this "relationship" (I thought we had a 'moment'), it may be the he is also idealizing himself ("imperfectly formed") and that he, himself,...
"You're still my favorite work of art" may indicate the writer realizes he is idealizing the object of his love, and then follows it with "Or I may be imperfectly formed in this contradiction" could indicate that, in this "relationship" (I thought we had a 'moment'), it may be the he is also idealizing himself ("imperfectly formed") and that he, himself, is fiction ("in this contradiction")...
This interpretation of the "contradiction" is reiterated, in a converse way, in the last verse: (After the agonizing cry of coming to terms with the perhaps truth) "I fell in love with her longing" (admitting the truth...) Let's just say that she (that this idealized person...) never found out who it was (the idealized fictional version of the writer)" she never found in me (because the real writer is, in fact, flawed)
We all have a mask, how far will we let it slip, or even remove it?
@john106703 ...and maybe do the work to turn our fictional idealized self into fact?
@john106703 ...and maybe do the work to turn our fictional idealized self into fact?
Ohhh...The version I have has more...These are right!