When my ex died, I used to search the sky for any sort of sign that he still existed- somewhere, anywhere. I would spend every "dreaming" moment searching for him, forgetting in dream world that he had died at all. I would open my eyes and stare into darkness until I would see his face forming in the "static" of night. I would even think about events in my life from his point of view, and react to them how I would imagine that he would have reacted. I got to the point where I felt I could no longer live in the city that I was born and raised in. I joined the military and enjoyed the frequent movement. Even after getting out, anytime I have felt restless, I will move to a new city. However, no matter where I have relocated to, I still have moments where I will stare into the sky and just pray that somehow.. he exists; that I don't still love a nonexistent person. These lyrics speak deeply to me, and I have a hard time seeing any other meaning based on my own experiences. The beauty in Florence Welch's verbal imagery is modern day poetry, and I'm grateful she shares her talent openly with the world. I hold it very close to my heart.
"..and every city was a gift
And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips
And I was making you a wish
In every skyline"
"And meanwhile a man was falling from space
And every day I wore your face
Like an atmosphere around me
The satellite beside me"
"So much time on the other side
Waiting for you to wake up
So much time on the other side
Waiting for you to wake up
Maybe I'll see you in another life
If this one wasn't enough
So much time on the other side"
When my ex died, I used to search the sky for any sort of sign that he still existed- somewhere, anywhere. I would spend every "dreaming" moment searching for him, forgetting in dream world that he had died at all. I would open my eyes and stare into darkness until I would see his face forming in the "static" of night. I would even think about events in my life from his point of view, and react to them how I would imagine that he would have reacted. I got to the point where I felt I could no longer live in the city that I was born and raised in. I joined the military and enjoyed the frequent movement. Even after getting out, anytime I have felt restless, I will move to a new city. However, no matter where I have relocated to, I still have moments where I will stare into the sky and just pray that somehow.. he exists; that I don't still love a nonexistent person. These lyrics speak deeply to me, and I have a hard time seeing any other meaning based on my own experiences. The beauty in Florence Welch's verbal imagery is modern day poetry, and I'm grateful she shares her talent openly with the world. I hold it very close to my heart.
"..and every city was a gift And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline"
"And meanwhile a man was falling from space And every day I wore your face Like an atmosphere around me The satellite beside me"
"So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up So much time on the other side Waiting for you to wake up Maybe I'll see you in another life If this one wasn't enough So much time on the other side"