Warmer Days
Doug Berman Lyrics
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And a goodbye's what I needed to keep these summer fingers painting on
We'll be loved someday for the dreams we've had
But you throw love away at the first chance you get
We all fall away and catch ourselves dreaming on the floor
Of warmer days where questions have no answers
My questions get no answers now
Let your light shine down on me
Covered hands, they keep blood barely moving around my bones, but I'm not alone
My letters still send with no replies, your blood runs cold. It was your choice, not mine
We'll be loved someday for the dreams we've had
But you throw love away at the first chance you get
We all fall away and catch ourselves dreaming on the floor
Of warmer days where questions have no answers
My questions get no answers now
Let your light shine down on me
There comes a time when these sensations mix in chilling air
And we find that emptiness is a pestilence we share
We dig our graves and lay in them if only to keep warm
And to remind of better days we're holding on to better days we're holding on.
Let your light shine down on me
The lyrics to Doug Berman's song "Warmer Days" are poignant and introspective. Berman's poetic language creates a vivid image of the different emotions and experiences associated with summer. The opening lines of "Summer hands, they paint pastel skies and storms for pastel eyes, but no goodbyes" suggest that summer is a time of endless possibility and beauty, a time when people paint vivid pictures of what could be. However, as the chorus reveals, these dreams often fall short: "We'll be loved someday for the dreams we've had, but you throw love away at the first chance you get." The line "my questions get no answers now" further emphasizes the sense of uncertainty and sadness that comes with unfulfilled dreams.
The second verse introduces another layer of meaning to the lyrics, as it describes the physical toll of a lost love. The reference to "covered hands" suggests a sense of isolation or being trapped in one's own body. Berman's use of metaphor is effective here, as he describes his own blood as "barely moving around my bones," creating a sense of stagnation or even death. Despite this, he is not alone: "My letters still send with no replies, your blood runs cold. It was your choice, not mine." Here, Berman suggests that he has made attempts to reach out, but they have not been reciprocated.
Line by Line Meaning
Summer hands, they paint pastel skies and storms for pastel eyes, but no goodbyes
The hands of summer create beautiful colors and weather patterns, but unfortunately, the end of summer is inevitable and we have to say goodbye.
And a goodbye's what I needed to keep these summer fingers painting on
Saying goodbye is necessary to keep the creativity going and to continue the work that was started during the summer.
We'll be loved someday for the dreams we've had
Our dreams will be recognized and appreciated at some point in time.
But you throw love away at the first chance you get
However, some people discard love as soon as they encounter it.
We all fall away and catch ourselves dreaming on the floor
Sometimes we feel lost and resort to daydreaming to escape our problems.
Of warmer days where questions have no answers
We yearn for better, simpler days where everything made sense and we didn't have so many unanswered questions.
My questions get no answers now
Unfortunately, we are still searching for answers and haven't found any yet.
Covered hands, they keep blood barely moving around my bones, but I'm not alone
Even when we feel like we're barely surviving, there is still someone out there who cares for us.
My letters still send with no replies, your blood runs cold. It was your choice, not mine
Although we try to communicate with others, sometimes they choose not to respond, and it's not our fault.
There comes a time when these sensations mix in chilling air
We all experience a moment when our emotions and senses become overwhelming and we feel empty.
And we find that emptiness is a pestilence we share
We realize that we are not alone in our emptiness and that other people are also struggling.
We dig our graves and lay in them if only to keep warm
Sometimes we do things that aren't good for us just to feel better temporarily.
And to remind of better days we're holding on to better days we're holding on.
We cling to the hope of a better future and try to stay positive despite our present struggles.
Let your light shine down on me
We hope for a brighter and better tomorrow.
Contributed by Jackson C. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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