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And in the middle of the night
I may watch you go.
There'll be no value in the strength
Of walls that I'll have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
Stretch out my life and pick the seams out
Take what you like but close my ears and eyes
Or watch me stumble over and over
I had done wrong you built your tower
But call me home and I will build a throne
And wash my eyes out never again
But love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
With skin too tight and eyes like marbles
You spin me high so watch me as I glide
Before I tumble homeward, homeward
I know I've tried I was not stable
And flawed by pride I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up
Breathe in and breathe out
So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
And in the middle of the night
I may watch you go.
There'll be no value in the strength
Of walls that I'll have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
You may not trust the promises of the change I'll show
But I'd be yours
If you'd be mine
So love the one you hold
And I'll be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
I may watch you go.
There'll be no value in the strength
Of walls that I'll have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
Stretch out my life and pick the seams out
Take what you like but close my ears and eyes
Or watch me stumble over and over
I had done wrong you built your tower
But call me home and I will build a throne
And wash my eyes out never again
But love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
With skin too tight and eyes like marbles
You spin me high so watch me as I glide
Before I tumble homeward, homeward
I know I've tried I was not stable
And flawed by pride I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up
Breathe in and breathe out
So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
And in the middle of the night
I may watch you go.
There'll be no value in the strength
Of walls that I'll have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
You may not trust the promises of the change I'll show
But I'd be yours
If you'd be mine
So love the one you hold
And I'll be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
Lyrics submitted by like_letting_go, edited by oliviahh, Mellow_Harsher, kayb97, mrswinnie
Track duration: 05:15
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He thought he would appreciate having built a "tower" (fortress) and the shadows it cast upon saying goodbye, but the isolation is actually too cold. It isn't comforting. The tower is useless, the fortitude of its walls unwanted.
He is almost ok with being stretched out and vulnerable. But still, being fully aware of how vulnerable he is being would be overwhelming (causing him to stumble repeatedly into his cycle of isolation and fear)... in order to continue being vulnerable without this, he feels compelled to ignore his openness (close my ears and eyes).
Something in him cracked open. Being vulnerable spun him high (exhilirating), as he says, but scared him as well ("skin too tight, eyes like marbles"). He seems to feel it is inevitable that he will crash back down in fear, no more gliding in the exhiliration of intimacy.
He realizes he was too prideful (whatever that implies for a relationship) leading to some weakness in the relationship between him and the other.
YET, he misses the rose-colored lenses of one who sees things as he wants, in a way that makes him feel good, rather than as they actually are.
Seems like, in the end, he sees the value in being deeply close and open with another. He loves the light! He doesn't want the tower and its shadows any more. He is battling his fear and pride... but perhaps it's too late?
He thought he would appreciate having built a "tower" (fortress) and the shadows it cast upon saying goodbye, but the isolation is actually too cold. It isn't comforting. The tower is useless, the fortitude of its walls unwanted.
He is almost ok with being stretched out and vulnerable. But still, being fully aware of how vulnerable he is being would be overwhelming (causing him to stumble repeatedly into his cycle of isolation and fear)... in order to continue being vulnerable without this, he feels compelled to ignore his openness (close my ears and eyes).
Something in him cracked open. Being vulnerable spun him high (exhilirating), as he says, but scared him as well ("skin too tight, eyes like marbles"). He seems to feel it is inevitable that he will crash back down in fear, no more gliding in the exhiliration of intimacy.
He realizes he was too prideful (whatever that implies for a relationship) leading to some weakness in the relationship between him and the other.
YET, he misses the rose-colored lenses of one who sees things as he wants, in a way that makes him feel good, rather than as they actually are.
Seems like, in the end, he sees the value in being deeply close and open with another. He loves the light! He doesn't want the tower and its shadows any more. He is battling his fear and pride... but perhaps it's too late?
And in the middle of the night I may watch you go.
There'll be no value in the strength
Of walls that I'll have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
This means they have a passionate love that daily ends, finishing with all the values they grown in this time, they will not be comfortable because of all they had lived.
But I'd be yours if you'd be mine
Even with this, they love each other and want to be together.
Stretch out my life and pick the seams out
Take what you like but close my ears and eyes
Or watch me stumble over and over
She complements his life, and take the best of him, even with all this, he´s not proud, and prefers not to see or hear anything about this.
I had done wrong you built your tower
But call me home and I will build a throne
And wash my eyes out never again
He isn´t completely good, she make a "protection" of him, but when they are together he can change and make anything for her.
But love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
This means he wants to be with her, and lover of the light, means the hope of his romantic life.
With skin too tight and eyes like marbles
You spin me high so watch me as I glide
Before I tumble homeward, homeward
She is being insensible with him (skin too tight, and eyes like marbles) making him fall down when he returns to his reality.
I know I've tried I was not stable
And flawed by pride I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up
Breathe in and breathe out
Even he can´t be regular, and can be egocentric, he is making an effort. Even without hope he has to wait.
So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
And in the middle of the night
I may watch you go.
There'll be no value in the strength
Of walls that I'll have grown
There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
You may not trust the promises of the change I'll show
But I'd be yours
If you'd be mine
You only add one line here, she is not sure about the change in him, but they love each other.
So love the one you hold
And I'll be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
So love the one you hold
And I will be your gold
To have and to hold
A lover of the light
"And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil. For every one that doeth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved. But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God."
san·guine [sang-gwin] Show IPA
adjective
1.
cheerfully optimistic, hopeful, or confident: a sanguine disposition; sanguine expectations.
I reckon it's his rose-tinted glasses or his positive outlook on life that he misses.
for the better.