Toyz in the Attic
Omnia Lyrics


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Voices on the staircase
Toys in the attic are
Calling from the rafters
Ghost of a sigh
Pretty painted faces
Ride on the rocking horse
Memories of shadow
Dreams never die

I could fly if I wanted to
I could reach for the sky
We can swim like the dolphins and...
We can laugh′ till we cry

But there's nothing to say
Dolls made of clay
We can play all day
Toys in the attic...

Sneaking up the staircase
Toys in the attic are
Waiting for me
Eyes in the dark
Looking for my marbles
Bats in the belfry and
I hear music start to play
This will be my happy home
And I′ll never be alone
We will swim beneath the trees
All my happy friends and me

Hush baby, don't you cry
Cheer up and dry your eyes
Come join the happy games
Toys in the attic...

Frolicking in frenzy
Toys in the attic are
Dancing crazy
Whirling around
Spinning through the cobwebs
Bone and lace twirl in time
As the clock dissects the rhyme

And I could fly if I wanted to
I could reach for the sky
We can swim like the dolphins and
We can laugh' till we cry

But there′s nothing to say
Hush baby, don′t you cry
Dolls made of clay
Cheer up and dry your eyes
We can play all day
Come join the happy games
Toys in the attic...

Hush baby, don't you cry
Cheer up and dry your eyes
Come join the happy games
Toys in the attic...





Toys in the attic...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in Omnia's song "Toys in the Attic" describe the playful spirit and imaginative wonder of childhood. The opening lines depict the remnants of childhood lingering in an abandoned attic, where the ghosts of toys and memories beckon to the singer. The rocking horse and dolls made of clay evoke a sense of nostalgia, harkening back to a time when life was simpler and more carefree. However, the singer's imagination is still alive and well, as they declare that they could "fly if [they] wanted to" and "reach for the sky."


The second verse continues the theme of childhood wonder, as the singer sneaks up the attic stairs to reunite with their old toys. The toys' eyes in the dark and bats in the belfry create a spooky but playful atmosphere, reminiscent of a child's fascination with ghosts and monsters. The singer's happy home in the attic is a metaphor for the safe and carefree space of childhood, where they are never truly alone and can enjoy the company of their "happy friends."


The final verse portrays the frenzied joy of playtime, as the toys come alive and twirl around the cobwebs to the rhythm of the clock. The chorus repeats the comforting refrain "hush baby, don't you cry," as if to reassure the listener that even as they grow older, the memories and spirit of childhood can still be accessed through imagination and playfulness.


Line by Line Meaning

Voices on the staircase
Echoes and sounds of people or things that were once present in the past residence


Toys in the attic are Calling from the rafters
Toys hidden in the attic, possibly neglected or forgotten, beckoning attention


Ghost of a sigh
A faint, lingering remnant of a sound, perhaps signifying a longing or disappointment


Pretty painted faces Ride on the rocking horse
Dolls with attractive faces or features placed on a wooden horse, evoking memories of childhood or innocence


Memories of shadow Dreams never die
Reminiscences of vague and unclear thoughts or feelings that never truly fade away


I could fly if I wanted to I could reach for the sky
The ability to reach for one's aspirations or desires, to aim high and to be free to do so


We can swim like the dolphins and... We can laugh′ till we cry
The possibility of enjoying simple, carefree pleasures like play and amusement, unadulterated enjoyment and laughter


But there's nothing to say Dolls made of clay We can play all day Toys in the attic...
The emptiness and monotony of playing with toys made of clay and the possibility of spending entire days in the attic


Sneaking up the staircase Toys in the attic are Waiting for me
Approaching the attic cautiously and finding hidden treasures waiting for attention


Eyes in the dark Looking for my marbles Bats in the belfry and I hear music start to play
Sights and sounds of the eerie and fantastical world of the attic, including mischievous bats and misplaced toys


This will be my happy home And I′ll never be alone We will swim beneath the trees All my happy friends and me
Finding comfort and joy in one's imagination and childhood memories, surrounded by familiar toys and friends


Hush baby, don't you cry Cheer up and dry your eyes Come join the happy games Toys in the attic...
Inviting someone to partake in the fun and lighthearted games of the attic, and to escape from sadness or disappointment


Frolicking in frenzy Toys in the attic are Dancing crazy Whirling around
Playing energetically and uncontrollably with the lively toys of the attic


Spinning through the cobwebs Bone and lace twirl in time As the clock dissects the rhyme
Moving through the old, dusty remnants of the attic, experiencing the juxtaposition of old and new elements dancing together as time ticks by




Writer(s): j.e. evans-van der harten, stevesic

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