whispers of a long goodnight
The Lyndsay Diaries Lyrics
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It looks like a thousand of the blackest graves.
I haven't ever been so overcome with tears.
That I collapsed to my knees outside your room.
Your hospital room.
And the flashbacks of what I remember play over and over.
Like a never ending horror.
And I still don't even know who I am.
I can't seem to gain control of my own mind.
Someone else has taken over and I can't seem to come to my senses.
What happened back there?
What happened back there
that had us staring into the eyes of death?
This is all a black hole in my mind.
And all I know is that I keep thinking about it.
And I keep on crying, I just keep on crying.
What happened back there?
that had us staring into the eyes of death?
Remember all those games in kindergarten.
Please don't forget all those memories that we've shared.
And Casey please don't leave me here all by myself.
What happened back there?
What happened back there
that had us staring into the eyes of death.
The eyes of death.
The Lyndsay Diaries' song "Whispers of a Long Goodnight" speaks about the aftermath of a devastating event that had the singer staring death in the eye. Looking down from above, the singer sees a thousand black graves, representing the pain and suffering of those left behind. The pain is so overwhelming that the singer collapses in tears outside their loved one's hospital room. Flashbacks plague the singer's mind, replaying the event over and over like a never-ending horror.
In a moment of clarity, the singer sees their loved one lying in the snow, but they cannot seem to remember what happened or who they are. The trauma has taken over their mind, and they feel helpless to stop it. The chorus repeats the haunting question of what happened back then to have them facing death so closely. The singer cannot seem to find their way out of the black hole in their mind, and they continue to cry, unable to shake off the pain.
The song ends with a plea to remember the happy memories shared with the person they lost and a heartfelt request not to be left alone. The lyrics suggest that the sense of loss and trauma is all-encompassing and that the singer is still struggling to come to terms with what happened.
Line by Line Meaning
Looking down from up here.
Observing from a high place.
It looks like a thousand of the blackest graves.
The view appears like a vast cemetery.
I haven't ever been so overcome with tears.
I have never cried so intensely.
That I collapsed to my knees outside your room.
I fell to the ground outside your hospital room.
Your hospital room.
The place where you receive medical care.
And the flashbacks of what I remember play over and over.
Past memories continue to replay in my mind.
Like a never ending horror.
Just like a never-ending scary movie.
A flash and I see you laying in the snow.
Suddenly, I envision you lying in the snow.
And I still don't even know who I am.
I feel confused and lost about my identity.
I can't seem to gain control of my own mind.
I am struggling to take command of my own thoughts.
Someone else has taken over and I can't seem to come to my senses.
It seems like another consciousness has taken over, and I cannot make sense of it.
What happened back there?
What traumatic event occurred?
What happened back there
What event took place in the past?
that had us staring into the eyes of death?
What caused us to confront our mortality?
This is all a black hole in my mind.
It's all a murk in my head.
And all I know is that I keep thinking about it.
All I can do is continuously ponder on that experience.
And I keep on crying, I just keep on crying.
The sorrowful tears never stop flowing.
Remember all those games in kindergarten.
Recall all the amusing games we used to play in kindergarten.
Please don't forget all those memories that we've shared.
Please don't let those memories fade away.
And Casey please don't leave me here all by myself.
Please don't abandon me alone here, Casey.
The eyes of death.
The horrifying symbol of looming death.
Contributed by Isabella P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
QuasiTraction
Memories of Marj. Thanks for posting.