Enter into this house of life=death. The Beginning...
At my house I've got no shackles (life seems like it has no wish to control)
Lights are dim all around you (life seems like will not blind or overpower)
Streets are paved with gold (life is seemingly pleasant, we are young, strong, curious)
Realization of what this life really has to offer: The Middle...
You are just a thought that someone, somewhere feels you should be here (our former curiosity wanes as does our former strength. In place we develop the perception that somehow we are needed by someone)
Streets are paved with gold (we still grasp at pleasant thought to enforce our existence, as in the beginning).
Time up: The End...
The water turns to blood (Reality arrives and turns all our pleasant thoughts up-side down.).
This lyric is close in meaning to 'Horse with No Name' and 'Hotel California'.
Enter into this house of life=death. The Beginning... At my house I've got no shackles (life seems like it has no wish to control) Lights are dim all around you (life seems like will not blind or overpower)
Streets are paved with gold (life is seemingly pleasant, we are young, strong, curious)
Realization of what this life really has to offer: The Middle... You are just a thought that someone, somewhere feels you should be here (our former curiosity wanes as does our former strength. In place we develop the perception that somehow we are needed by someone)
Streets are paved with gold (we still grasp at pleasant thought to enforce our existence, as in the beginning).
Time up: The End... The water turns to blood (Reality arrives and turns all our pleasant thoughts up-side down.).
This lyric is close in meaning to 'Horse with No Name' and 'Hotel California'.