intro - Had a dream that we were dead but we pretended that we still lived With no regrets we never bled and we took everything life could give And came up broken empty handed in the end In the hearts of the blind something you'll never find is a vision of light With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming I don't know who I am anymore Not once in life have I been real but I never felt this close before I've been looking in your window I've been dressing in your clothes I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on. Had a dream that fire fell from an opening in the sky Someone warned me of this hell, and I spit in his naive eye And left him crying for my soul he said would die In the hearts of the blind something you'll never find is a vision of light With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming I don't know who I am anymore Not once in life have I been real but I never felt this close before I've been looking in your window I've been dressing in your clothes I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on. In the hearts of the blind something you'll never find is a vision of light With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming I don't know who I am anymore Not once in life have I been real but I never felt this close before I've been looking in your window I've been dressing in your clothes I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on. I've been looking in your window I've been dressing in your clothes I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on.

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque un combat intérieur profond, où la narratrice se sent perdue et déconnectée de sa véritable identité. Elle exprime des rêves troublants de mort et de désespoir, tout en évoquant une quête incessante pour une forme d'authenticité. Les images de regarder par la fenêtre et de revêtir les vêtements d'un autre symbolisent une tentative désespérée de se rapprocher de quelqu'un, mais cela souligne aussi son sentiment d'errance et d'impuissance face à ses propres luttes internes. On perçoit une lutte entre la vie et la mort, ainsi qu'une quête de sens dans un monde où la lumière semble absente pour ceux qui sont aveugles au véritable chemin.