I don't know, I just heard this song in the last couple of days...I'm getting mixed messages from it.
There's a happy waiting:
This is the first sound of a newborn child
Before he starts to crawl
But then, it gets contradicted by a hopeless/killing inside/dreadful waiting:
This is the war that's never won
This is a soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone
Praying for her son
I don't know, I'm taking CONTENTMENT's take on it-but, yeah, I'd really like to see what everybody else has to say.
Perhaps, it's just about waiting and waiting-and how you're happiness or sadness could lie in someone else's hand.
There is a drug that cures it all
Blocked by the governmental wall
We are the scientists inside the lab
Just waiting for the call
^ The hope of the world lies in the government's hands...And the lyrics about the mother waiting by the phone, her happiness or sadness all depends on that call.
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Hung upon your wall for the world to see
Pictures of you
Pictures of me
Remind us all of what we used to be
Then, your happiness or sadness is granted-and all that waiting is gone...and you're left with the memories, of just what used to be. I don't know, I'm giving a vague description-anybody else have any thoughts on it?
I don't know, I just heard this song in the last couple of days...I'm getting mixed messages from it.
There's a happy waiting: This is the first sound of a newborn child Before he starts to crawl
But then, it gets contradicted by a hopeless/killing inside/dreadful waiting: This is the war that's never won This is a soldier and his gun This is the mother waiting by the phone Praying for her son
I don't know, I'm taking CONTENTMENT's take on it-but, yeah, I'd really like to see what everybody else has to say.
Perhaps, it's just about waiting and waiting-and how you're happiness or sadness could lie in someone else's hand. There is a drug that cures it all Blocked by the governmental wall We are the scientists inside the lab Just waiting for the call ^ The hope of the world lies in the government's hands...And the lyrics about the mother waiting by the phone, her happiness or sadness all depends on that call.
Pictures of you Pictures of me Hung upon your wall for the world to see Pictures of you Pictures of me Remind us all of what we used to be
Then, your happiness or sadness is granted-and all that waiting is gone...and you're left with the memories, of just what used to be. I don't know, I'm giving a vague description-anybody else have any thoughts on it?
I love the beat of the song (: