Story Behind The Song
Life is different for us now. Our daughter's suffering at the hands of a random genetic disorder is a constant reminder of just how difficult, unfair, and downright painful existence can be. I tried capture the sadness that this often makes us feel. I meant for this song to be from my wife Sara's point of view, though now, upon completion, I sometimes feel that I subconsciously wrote it from my daughter's point of view.
| Song Length |
4:49 |
Genre |
Pop - Alternative, Electronic - Downbeat |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Moving, Composed |
Subject |
Existence, Regret |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Living under dirt and weeds, a bead of light is all she sees. It's a violation. Off to the station. Now he's her bailiff, and hope's her crime. He caught her dreaming so she does the time.
Love without the joy. Pain without the sin. Days without the light. Nights without the slumber.
She sets fire to her cell. The flecks of ash, they match her well... But the dying embers suit her better. Nothing changes but the air. She doesn't move - she doesn't dare. This is her curse. It only gets worse.
Love without the joy. Pain without the sin. Days without the light. Nights without the slumber.
If she could... If she could... Oh dear God, she surely would. But he's bound her heart, her mouth, her ears. She's nothing left but sight and tears. The tears that wash her burned out cell. She wonders if anyone can tell it's...
Love without the joy. Pain without the sin. Days without the light. Nights without the slumber.