I know people are commenting that this about faith or environmentalism but each time I listen to this, I hear a tragic heartbreak spoken in beautiful metaphor.
“Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.”
This sounds like the instability of depression always there rumbling away. The glass house being our body, heart, or mind.
“But I put it out of my mind, Long enough to call it courage, To live without a lifeline.”
The author is ignoring the warning signs, and isn’t seeking help.
“I bend the definition of faith to exonerate my blind eye.
"'til the sirens sound, I’m safe." “
This is blind faith, even when they shouldn’t have faith that things are okay. The last part is feels like a declaration which put another way is “until the sirens sound off, I’ll be alright”
“There was an earthquake”
This is where our depressive episode begins. The contrast here from water (tears, crying) to fires (the pain itself) where the author is begging for something to save him “we folded our hands and prayed”
“Until a new world takes shape” past the episode.
This is a beautiful song and each time, I hear the struggles of someone in immense pain, whether it’s triggered from a unfaithful breakup or someone who is suffering from mental illness, the poetry in these lyrics always brings a tear to my eye.
I know people are commenting that this about faith or environmentalism but each time I listen to this, I hear a tragic heartbreak spoken in beautiful metaphor.
“Fault lines tremble underneath my glass house.” This sounds like the instability of depression always there rumbling away. The glass house being our body, heart, or mind.
“But I put it out of my mind, Long enough to call it courage, To live without a lifeline.” The author is ignoring the warning signs, and isn’t seeking help.
“I bend the definition of faith to exonerate my blind eye. "'til the sirens sound, I’m safe." “ This is blind faith, even when they shouldn’t have faith that things are okay. The last part is feels like a declaration which put another way is “until the sirens sound off, I’ll be alright”
“There was an earthquake” This is where our depressive episode begins. The contrast here from water (tears, crying) to fires (the pain itself) where the author is begging for something to save him “we folded our hands and prayed” “Until a new world takes shape” past the episode.
This is a beautiful song and each time, I hear the struggles of someone in immense pain, whether it’s triggered from a unfaithful breakup or someone who is suffering from mental illness, the poetry in these lyrics always brings a tear to my eye.