I'm So Happy I Could Just Cry Myself To Sleep or The Routes We Wander
The Falcon Lyrics


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Tonight, tonight the captain's dreams are bad
Searching for a dim and distant shore
Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves
He doesn't dream of landing anymore

Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors
Swinging out to cold cement from sticky hard tile floors
These are the routes we wander, girl, every goddamn day
So swallow hard and wipe them dreams away

Swallow hard and wipe them dreams away

Come to life, come to life, come to life
Come to life again
Come to life, come to life, come to life
Come to life again

The smoke and the cold killed the men and the dogs
The last glimpse of sun, then all winter it's gone
Chained at the ankles, cuffed at the wrists
Stuffed into mail sacks and tossed into drifts

Come to life, come to life, come to life
Come to life again
Come to life, come to life, come to life
Come to life again

The lunar eye is burning, boring through me, digging deep
Into my chest, into my head, into my dreams, into my sleep
These dreams these days don't give me no peace
These dreams these days don't give me no peace

Come to life, come to life, come to life
Come to life




Come to life, come to life, come to life
Come to life

Overall Meaning

The Falcon's song "I'm So Happy I Could Just Cry Myself To Sleep" from their album "The Routes We Wander" is a powerful expression of the struggles and frustrations of daily life. The song revolves around a ship captain who is haunted by recurring bad dreams and who no longer dreams of landing. He is stuck in a cycle of misery as he navigates through life, surrounded by a sea of prostitutes, drifters, and thieves.


The first verse of the song represents the captain's struggles with his dreams and his journey through life. He is drowning in alcohol and stumbling through life, unable to escape his cyclical routine. The second verse paints a bleak picture of winter life in the North, with men and dogs dying from the cold and snow, and prisoners being chained and tossed into snowbanks.


The chorus of the song offers a glimmer of hope, as it encourages listeners to come back to life, to find a way to break free from their struggles and begin living again.


The lyrics of the song are deep and emotionally charged, and they resonate with people who are struggling to find meaning in their lives. The Falcon's powerful use of imagery and metaphor helps paint a vivid picture of despair, but also offers a glimmer of hope for those who are willing to embrace change.


Line by Line Meaning

Tonight, tonight the captain's dreams are bad
The captain is having unpleasant dreams tonight.


Searching for a dim and distant shore
The captain is looking for a faraway place that is hard to find.


Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves
The captain is surrounded by immoral people such as prostitutes, wanderers, and criminals.


He doesn't dream of landing anymore
The captain is not dreaming of reaching his destination anymore.


Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors
The captain is overwhelmed by the drinks and constantly experiencing difficulties in entering or exiting places.


Swinging out to cold cement from sticky hard tile floors
The captain is moving from one uncomfortable space to another with floors that are either cold or sticky.


These are the routes we wander, girl, every goddamn day
The singer is talking to a female companion and expressing that they are going through these unpleasant experiences every day.


So swallow hard and wipe them dreams away
The artist advises the girl to try to forget about her bad dreams.


Come to life, come to life, come to life
The artist is encouraging the girl to wake up and live her life.


The smoke and the cold killed the men and the dogs
The environment is so harsh that even animals cannot survive it.


The last glimpse of sun, then all winter it's gone
Winter arrives after the last glimpse of sun and stays for a long time.


Chained at the ankles, cuffed at the wrists
People are being restrained and treated like prisoners.


Stuffed into mail sacks and tossed into drifts
Some people are being mistreated to the extent of being put into mail bags and thrown away.


The lunar eye is burning, boring through me, digging deep
The moon's gaze is intense and penetrates deeply into the singer's body and mind.


Into my chest, into my head, into my dreams, into my sleep
The moon's gaze is affecting the singer during both waking and sleeping states.


These dreams these days don't give me no peace
The artist is having trouble finding peace because of their recent dreams.




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