I think this is one of their most beautiful songs. It's very clear cut what its about. But italso expresses one of the thoughts I've had since I was a kid: We don't get to leave much behind. A name on a tombstone, a photo to be found in an attic, but in a hundred years will anyone know who we were? Do we know everyone who lived back then? They're just names and faces and we'll never really know... (Was he somebody's
son? did he fall, did he try to succeed or deny
what he knew or things he had done?)
I think this is one of their most beautiful songs. It's very clear cut what its about. But italso expresses one of the thoughts I've had since I was a kid: We don't get to leave much behind. A name on a tombstone, a photo to be found in an attic, but in a hundred years will anyone know who we were? Do we know everyone who lived back then? They're just names and faces and we'll never really know... (Was he somebody's son? did he fall, did he try to succeed or deny what he knew or things he had done?)