this song is about a break up, yes, it starts off on the phone but it tells a story after the phone call. it means that someone is trying to speak through tears, making them speechless. but they dont know why the other person doesnt want to continue."offering, little what it knows". then the other person hangs up. there is silence on the other end of the phone. his heart was in his throat through out the conversation because he was nervous and scared about what the other had to say. but then the heart breaks because the phone call said that the relationship was no longer alive.so as he calms down it leaves his throat and settles back. now all he can do is remember what the relationship was like "when heaven is remembered but never seen". but it meant so much to him that the memory is distorted.distorted by his love and anger. distorted like a kalidoscope. it feels as though he is remembering from the heart not from the mind.he is so sad that the sun will never be as bright as it once was.it has set to mourning.the "contoured are the backrounds
on the canvas to which our lives are painted " means that theyre lives will never be the same. well thats what i think anyway
this song is about a break up, yes, it starts off on the phone but it tells a story after the phone call. it means that someone is trying to speak through tears, making them speechless. but they dont know why the other person doesnt want to continue."offering, little what it knows". then the other person hangs up. there is silence on the other end of the phone. his heart was in his throat through out the conversation because he was nervous and scared about what the other had to say. but then the heart breaks because the phone call said that the relationship was no longer alive.so as he calms down it leaves his throat and settles back. now all he can do is remember what the relationship was like "when heaven is remembered but never seen". but it meant so much to him that the memory is distorted.distorted by his love and anger. distorted like a kalidoscope. it feels as though he is remembering from the heart not from the mind.he is so sad that the sun will never be as bright as it once was.it has set to mourning.the "contoured are the backrounds on the canvas to which our lives are painted " means that theyre lives will never be the same. well thats what i think anyway