Verse 1: Reflecting from my deathbed I’m balancing life’s riches against the ditches and the flat gray years in between All I can see are the never-laid That’s the never-played symphonies Verse 2: I can’t see those who tried to love me All those who felt they understood me and I can’t see those who very patiently put up with me All I can see are the never-laid Or the never-played symphonies C -> C7 Chorus: You were one you meant to be one and you jumped into my face and laughed and kissed me on the cheek and then were gone forever ...not quite Verse 3: Black sky in the daytime and I don’t much mind dying When there is nothing left to care for anymore Just the never-laid the never-played symphonies Chorus: You were one you knew you were one and you slipped right thru my fingers No not literally but metaphorically and now you’re all I see as the light fades

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À propos de la chanson

Cette chanson évoque une réflexion profonde sur la vie et la solitude, particulièrement à l'approche de la mort. Le protagoniste se penche sur ses regrets et sur toutes les opportunités non réalisées, symbolisées par des symphonies jamais jouées. Il semble assombrir ses souvenirs par une idée de désillusion, où même les relations qui ont compté sont devenues floues et inaccessibles. Le contexte semble tendre vers une mélancolie désenchantée, où le narrateur est en quête de sens dans un monde devenu monochrome. Il se rappelle des moments de connexion, mais ceux-ci semblent désormais fugaces et inatteignables, renforçant ce sentiment de vide. C'est une exploration sensible de l'existence humaine, marquée par des pertes et des souvenirs qui s'évaporent.