I love this song so much. And I just cry every time I hear it. I feel that for me, it is about love, and how things can change in a heartbeat. “Two lovers loved out of love” - this suggests to me that there was a spark that was never acted upon until it was too late.
My favourite line is “why can I dream” because it makes me think about why we are told to follow our dreams, but we always end up having nightmares. Our dreams are not real and most of the time are fiction created by the mind to please ourselves because life is hard. The struggle we face as humans on the daily basis is difficult, but the weight of what you thought about the night before also impacts the day ahead. If I believe something so much, if I dream about it so much, I will end up thinking it is true. We all will. And I fell for that trap. Why can I dream? Why can I dream if it only leads to sadness when it is not real, when it is not true? If we could believe something about someone, we will believe it is true. Every person we meet, we gather information. We create them as a person who they are not. As the person we want them to be. The person we dream them to be. So, why can I dream? I know you care. Or is that a dream. Is any of it real? Am I framing myself to others in a way that stops them from seeing the real me? Am I making them dream? Is it a delusion? Why can I dream?
I love this song so much. And I just cry every time I hear it. I feel that for me, it is about love, and how things can change in a heartbeat. “Two lovers loved out of love” - this suggests to me that there was a spark that was never acted upon until it was too late. My favourite line is “why can I dream” because it makes me think about why we are told to follow our dreams, but we always end up having nightmares. Our dreams are not real and most of the time are fiction created by the mind to please ourselves because life is hard. The struggle we face as humans on the daily basis is difficult, but the weight of what you thought about the night before also impacts the day ahead. If I believe something so much, if I dream about it so much, I will end up thinking it is true. We all will. And I fell for that trap. Why can I dream? Why can I dream if it only leads to sadness when it is not real, when it is not true? If we could believe something about someone, we will believe it is true. Every person we meet, we gather information. We create them as a person who they are not. As the person we want them to be. The person we dream them to be. So, why can I dream? I know you care. Or is that a dream. Is any of it real? Am I framing myself to others in a way that stops them from seeing the real me? Am I making them dream? Is it a delusion? Why can I dream?
Why can I dream?