Flying
Sean Rowe Lyrics


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There was a time I could not cry
But that has left me now
For 7 years I could not dream
But now that's done

There were songs I could not sing
Words I could not know
Oh but now they found me on a bridge
And they broke my heart

There was a way I used to talk
I cannot recognize
And now my language cannot give me what I need
And I tore it from my bible and I kept it from my god
I would not lose to junkies on the street

It hit me so hard
I could not see
That shot was only meant for me
And all the faces that I knew
They were lying

When the hard road went back to sand
And with the wheel still in my hand
I built a highway out of dust
And I was flying

There was a way I used to talk
I cannot recognize
And now my language cannot give me what I need
And I tore it from my bible and I kept it from my god
I would not lose to junkies on the street

It hit me so hard
I could not see
That shot was only meant for me
And all the faces that I knew
They were lying

When the hard road went back to sand
And with the wheel still in my hand




I built a highway out of dust
And I was flying

Overall Meaning

In “Flying,” Sean Rowe sings about personal transformation that came after a long period of feeling stuck and disconnected. The first lines suggest that the singer had been emotionally numb and unable to access his own feelings. He couldn’t cry or dream for seven years as if he was living in a state of suspended animation. But something shifted, and he began to experience his emotions again. Maybe it was a new relationship or some other kind of stimulation that helped him connect with his emotions. In any case, he’s grateful for his newfound ability to feel.


After that period of emotional disconnection, a new world of possibilities opened up to the singer. Where once he couldn’t sing or know certain words, now he’s found himself on a bridge with a broken heart, perhaps from love or heartbreak. He’s had to confront some hard truths about himself and those around him. The lines “And all the faces that I knew / They were lying” suggest that he had been surrounded by people who weren’t being truthful with him. He gradually started to realize that he had to break free from the past to make any kind of real change.


The singer talks about language in a metaphoric sense, as a tool for expressing himself. He used to talk in a way that he no longer recognizes, and he realizes that his language can’t give him what he needs anymore. This suggests a shift in his own worldview, perhaps a new perspective that he’s gained from his experiences. The lines “I tore it from my Bible / And I kept it from my god / I would not lose to junkies on the street” suggest a renouncement of faith or belief in the old ways. He’s also made a conscious decision to avoid the kind of behavior that he sees in “junkies on the street.”


The final lines of the song suggest that after this period of transformation, the singer has emerged as a new person. He’s been able to build something out of the dust, creating a new path for himself from the ruins of his old life. Maybe he’s found a new sense of purpose, or just a newfound ability to fly towards whatever goals he wants to achieve.


Line by Line Meaning

There was a time I could not cry
In the past, I was unable to express my emotions through tears


But that has left me now
But I have since overcome this inability to cry


For 7 years I could not dream
For a long time, I was not able to have dreams while sleeping


But now that's done
But now I am able to dream once again


There were songs I could not sing
There were some songs that I was not able to perform


Words I could not know
There were some words that I was not familiar with


Oh but now they found me on a bridge
But somehow, I found myself standing on a bridge


And they broke my heart
And in that moment, my heart was shattered


There was a way I used to talk
I used to speak in a certain manner


I cannot recognize
But now that way of speaking seems foreign to me


And now my language cannot give me what I need
My current language fails to provide me with what I require


And I tore it from my bible and I kept it from my god
So I removed certain aspects of my language and spirituality


I would not lose to junkies on the street
I refused to give in to the struggles that some drug addicts face


It hit me so hard
The incident impacted me greatly


I could not see
I was unable to fully comprehend what had just happened


That shot was only meant for me
The bullet was meant to hit me specifically


And all the faces that I knew
All the people I was familiar with


They were lying
Were dishonest with me about the situation


When the hard road went back to sand
When the difficult path became easier


And with the wheel still in my hand
Holding onto the steering wheel


I built a highway out of dust
I created a path for myself despite my struggles


And I was flying
And I felt free from my previous burdens




Writer(s): Sean Rowe

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@javierignaciosanchezalmaza6529

Fantástica. Inmensa voz y gran tema.

@olasylvia1

Just WOW ! What a voice, what lyrics ." Now my language cannot give me what I need"...

@suzannekossoy6380

I LISTEN TO THIS SONG OVER AND OVER , THE WHOLE ALBUM, OVER AND OVER. I LOVE THE LINE ...I USE TO TALK ,I CANNOT RECOGNIISE.

@groundswellkat

I'm a fan, brother. Great writing!

@SueRobinson1997

what a voice!!!!

@christiannugraha1011

My favourite song from Sean Rowe.

@dorinaholden9961

oh wow where have been . I only got to know his songs this week when I watched the accountant and I am in love with his voice . So so brilliant and such a deep and strong song with such emotion . BEAUTIFUL !!!

@vinh6620

True gem

@debbieghostley

Yes Yes Yes!!! I love this! If you know what I'm talkin about you know we need this kind of ART again!

@domkc89

really, really great song. Listened to it at least 10 times and it keeps me coming back.

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