Like Statues in the Garden of Dreaming
Arcana Lyrics


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Behind the leafs I can see your face,
So filled with pain.
The wings of yours are of no use,
Thy feathers are now stone.

Your hands are reached out for no good,
Thy hands can not feel warmth.
Your mouth are opened,
Ready to scream.




But then, can anyone hear you...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Like Statues in the Garden of Dreaming" by Arcana portrays a rather bleak picture of someone trapped in their own sorrow and pain, unable to break free from it. The song starts with the singer describing how he can see the face of someone behind the leaves, and how it's filled with pain. This imagery perhaps indicates that this person is trying to hide their pain but failing to do so. The next line, "the wings of yours are of no use, thy feathers are now stone," could be interpreted as the person being unable to fly away from their pain or problems, as if their wings have turned into stone.


The following lines, "Your hands are reached out for no good, thy hands cannot feel warmth," seems to suggest that this person is seeking help, perhaps trying to reach out for someone to pull them out of their misery. However, they cannot feel any warmth, probably indicating that they are unable to connect emotionally with others. The final lines of the song, "Your mouth is opened, ready to scream, but then, can anyone hear you..." gives the impression that this person is screaming out for help, but no one is listening. This probably implies that they feel isolated and alone in their pain, and no matter how much they try to reach out to others, they cannot make a connection.


In conclusion, "Like Statues in the Garden of Dreaming" by Arcana is a haunting portrayal of someone trapped in their own sorrow and unable to connect with others. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of this person trying to scream out for help but feeling entirely alone and isolated.


Line by Line Meaning

Behind the leafs I can see your face,
Through the foliage, I catch a glimpse of your anguished expression.


So filled with pain.
Your countenance is consumed by suffering and torment.


The wings of yours are of no use,
Your wings are redundant and powerless in this moment of despair.


Thy feathers are now stone.
Your plumes are petrified, unable to flutter or fly.


Your hands are reached out for no good,
Your outstretched arms serve no purpose and achieve no goals.


Thy hands can not feel warmth.
Your hands are numb and cold, unable to sense any warmth or comfort.


Your mouth are opened,
Your lips are parted, poised to emit a piercing cry.


Ready to scream.
You're prepared to unleash a deafening scream of agony and misery.


But then, can anyone hear you...
But amidst the desolate landscape of your anguish, is there anyone to hear your wails?




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