The Mundane and the Magic

I think this song is about societies influence on an individual person he's living a mundane life how society expects him to live; yet he still has child dreams: im special, i want adventure I can do anything

Seen through these dreamless eyes Blind buildings stark to the sky Silhouettes as dividing walls Guarding the eternal secret (He's wandering pointlessly through life: has a stable job live in a mediocre neighborhood every house, everyday is exactly the same. He goes to work slowly and aimlessly moving up in his job, social status, in life. He is a good husband in his middle age lost in a daze of routine. Hiding his dreams, fantasies, of living an exciting life which is guarded by the dividing walls)

Where is the flame to haunt you Who do you answer to My lies are always wishes Lies that make me: (The old days when villagers would burn witches; anyone different. What's keeping you from being offbeat living the life that you want to. No one is going to burn you alive. Who tells you you to live life in according to the expectations of society. The dreams I tell myself I'm going to liive aren't going to happen)

See beyond the rationale Accept the fate that nothing is meant to be Be the least connected Stay true to the last original (He's telling someone, his kid? There is no set way of life; don't live an existence that society expects you to live just because everyone else is)

Apply layers to reality Things only you can see Add a beat to normality To tap the core of insanity (keep things interesting, live your personal dreams, don't be normal:do what everyone else is doing. Be insane your own person, keep your quirks.)

I let my dreams cross over To days of endless gray
If I could merge the mundane and the magic We'd forge a new unknown I let my dreams cross over To nothingness and back again If I could merge the mundane and the magic Where is the dark I came to find (He let his dreams die. If he could he would merge his life that he lived (the mundane) with the life that he wanted to live (the magic). And create a new existence.)

In latter days as time will find you Memories will never let you get closer The silent sighs in useless company Wish for darkness and death again In the face of ignorance and fear I cast it right back Some things were never there to begin with Objectivity is truth denied (In old age when you start to think about your death. The life you lived won't let you get closer to the life you want to live. even though your life seems happy: everyone looks up to you, you lived a happy existence, had a good job, a nice wife two kids and a nice car. Backyard barbecues. Boring neighbors You never lived the life you wanted to live to begin with its to late )

Apply layers to reality Things only you can see Add a beat to normality To tap the core of insanity ( the listener His child? should stick to their dreams. Don't be just what society calls normal; add insanity to your life: the exciting)

I let my dreams cross over To days of endless gray If I could merge the mundane and the magic We'd forge a new unknown I let my dreams cross over To nothingness and back again If I could merge the mundane and the magic Where is the dark I came to find ( My hopes and dreams of my youth are dead. I failed. If I could I would still live my life (the mundane) with my dreams ( the magic))

It's about someone ,who lived life the way a mundane society perceives as the dream life, reflecting upon his mundane existence in old age and giving advice to the listener on how to live life so he doesn't make the same mistakes.