Well it’s time unremembered since the nameless left What a wake trails those eyes of the storm And I know you had some trouble with your heart bereft It?s hard to keep a lonely heart warm They don?t carry coals North you won?t have any help There?s a measure of time in your drink Can?t trust that in the next one you won?t be back on the same shelf So pitch time to do or die to float or sink And we live in the steel yard on reels of information And we love along the white lines in the middle of the road And our care lies in the telegraph poles and the taxi to the station And you know the one that died became some elemental code And what was the song that was playing in the café when we heard? Wasn?t one of the greats but it rang through me for a moment Something about a murder a brood a fleet a flock of birds Now the spheres of your loving are cast adrift To the shores of another land And the packers and the movers haven?t time to lift Any more than what lies to hand Now the border of reality is the most crowded any place Where a myth can be a public dream To the throes of this existence you?ll take your lovely?s face As the light slips out of every seam As the key turns we burn brightly an effervescent lover In a last kiss with a dew drop as the sun begins to fall And in darkness please tread lightly oh see what you discover In the feeling oh the feeling of the elemental call And what was the song that was playing in the café when we heard? Wasn?t one of the greats but it rang through me for a moment Something about a murder a brood a fleet a flock of birds Something about a murder a brood a fleet a flock of birds

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À propos de la chanson

La chanson évoque une mélancolie profonde après le départ de quelqu'un de cher. Elle parle des souvenirs qui s'accrochent comme des ombres, des cœurs blessés et de la difficulté de garder la chaleur de l'amour vivant dans la solitude. Les images d'un monde moderne, où l’information circule sans relâche, soulignent une quête d'authenticité au milieu du bruit ambiant. Au fil des vers, l'idée d'un moment fugace, capturé par une chanson entendue dans un café, rappelle combien les petites choses peuvent marquer nos vies. Le contexte semble tourner autour de l'errance émotionnelle et du passage du temps, tandis que les souvenirs d'un amour passé flottent à la surface. La tension entre la réalité et le rêve est palpable, mettant en lumière la fragilité des liens qui nous unissent et le poids des choix que nous devons faire. C'est une réflexion sur la beauté éphémère des relations humaines, souvent entremêlée de douleur et de nostalgie.