It's about a relationship that's passed. A love that's no longer in his life, and the trials one goes through when the love is not resiprecated.
The song title conjures a fantasy of romantic nights in bed with pristine white sheets.
The narrator sings about this love, this fantasy or memory he has for another. Writing letters, tormenting himself over her. He watches other in love, and no one can understand his hurt, his pain.
"...Letters I've written
Never meaning to send..."
"Gazing at people, some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through they can't understand
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end"
Other try to tell him to get over it, and this causes rifts with 'some'.
He doesn't know why he cannot move on, but it's how he feels and
it's who he is now.
It's about a relationship that's passed. A love that's no longer in his life, and the trials one goes through when the love is not resiprecated.
The song title conjures a fantasy of romantic nights in bed with pristine white sheets.
The narrator sings about this love, this fantasy or memory he has for another. Writing letters, tormenting himself over her. He watches other in love, and no one can understand his hurt, his pain.
"...Letters I've written Never meaning to send..."
"Gazing at people, some hand in hand Just what I'm going through they can't understand Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend Just what you want to be, you will be in the end"
Other try to tell him to get over it, and this causes rifts with 'some'. He doesn't know why he cannot move on, but it's how he feels and it's who he is now.