I kind of apply this song to the concept of Death that circles this album. I view it as people around him growing more cynical and the older he gets, thinking that either life wasn't worth it, that what's in front of us, all the bad, is all there is. And this kind of seems like the state where he's really starting to buy into that, into his fear of death, but he's trying to pull out of it.
"And in that fuzzy picture, the writing stands out so clearly on the wall" resonates well with the lyrics in More Than This "with my head so full of fractured pictures, I'm more than right next to you." That clear picture is being covered up by the everything cynical around him.
"Yet there's still something in my heart that can find a way to make a start" He has hope, and he's calling on everyone around him to help him. What makes this song so powerful is how much distress he's in. The orchestral end of the song represents his fear, death creeping in and getting louder and more clear, with few and little snippets hope that quickly vanish, until it all circles him, and then there's nothing.
I kind of apply this song to the concept of Death that circles this album. I view it as people around him growing more cynical and the older he gets, thinking that either life wasn't worth it, that what's in front of us, all the bad, is all there is. And this kind of seems like the state where he's really starting to buy into that, into his fear of death, but he's trying to pull out of it.
"And in that fuzzy picture, the writing stands out so clearly on the wall" resonates well with the lyrics in More Than This "with my head so full of fractured pictures, I'm more than right next to you." That clear picture is being covered up by the everything cynical around him.
"Yet there's still something in my heart that can find a way to make a start" He has hope, and he's calling on everyone around him to help him. What makes this song so powerful is how much distress he's in. The orchestral end of the song represents his fear, death creeping in and getting louder and more clear, with few and little snippets hope that quickly vanish, until it all circles him, and then there's nothing.
At least, that's how I see it.