Face to Face
New Renaissance Lyrics

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The lonely street eclipsed the sun
Until the sculptor had begun
To etch and mold a dream
Which soon became a passing game
A sad forgotten scene
A face of yesterday

The builder laid his base of sand

And stretched his willing gentle hand
To seek the help, to shape the life
He had depended on
Which fell like rain and snow
A face of yesterday

The man of music wrote a score
For several instruments or more
When they played together
Then they found disharmony

A cluttered symphony
A face of yesterday

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Face to Face" by New Renaissance tell the story of three artists who work tirelessly to create their art, only to have their efforts end in failure. The song opens with the image of a lonely street that has eclipsed the sun, suggesting that the world is a dark and unhappy place. However, this changes when a sculptor begins to etch and mold a dream, giving the people around him something to hope for. Unfortunately, the dream soon becomes a passing game, and the artist's vision is forgotten.

The second verse introduces a builder who lays his base of sand and seeks help to shape his life. He depends on the people around him to realize his plans, but they fall like rain and snow, and he experiences disappointment. The final verse describes a man of music who writes a score for several instruments, but when they play together, they create disharmony rather than music. The symphony is cluttered and chaotic, and the artist realizes that his efforts have produced a face of yesterday, meaning they are no longer relevant or useful.

Overall, the song seems to suggest that no matter how hard we work, sometimes our efforts will not be enough to achieve success. We may have a dream or a plan, but external factors can derail us, and the end result may not be what we hoped for.

Line by Line Meaning

The lonely street eclipsed the sun
The street was so desolate that it felt like the sun had disappeared from the sky

Until the sculptor had begun
It wasn't until the sculptor arrived on the scene

To etch and mold a dream
To carefully carve and shape a vision

Which soon became a passing game
Which quickly lost its meaning and significance

A sad forgotten scene
A melancholic image that had been left behind

A face of yesterday
A memory from the past

The builder laid his base of sand
The builder constructed a foundation made of something fragile and unstable

And stretched his willing gentle hand
And reached out with care and eagerness

To seek the help, to shape the life
In search of aid, to give form to existence

He had depended on
The builder relied heavily on this help

Which fell like rain and snow
But unfortunately it came tumbling down like precipitation