this is probably reaching, but i'm gonna say it's about sadness. and the part about "if they find me, tell the papers..." he's saying that there won't even be a body anymore, just that paralyzing breeze. in the summer, it's freezing. there's music playing, and you don't hear it. happiness has become locked out.
this is probably reaching, but i'm gonna say it's about sadness. and the part about "if they find me, tell the papers..." he's saying that there won't even be a body anymore, just that paralyzing breeze. in the summer, it's freezing. there's music playing, and you don't hear it. happiness has become locked out.