Youngblood
There Will Be Fireworks Lyrics


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You've been twisting, turning in your sleep
Your nerves all cut to ribbon, you can barely eat
You're far from home, far from home
Hearing voices on the underground
The built they up and, boy, they will cut you down
And break your bones, break your bones
We've been turning, turning, turning old
Young blood on the floor and a television glow
We're wasting time, wasting time
You've been drinking quietly tonight




Trying to take the edge off the dark, dark bright
Like every time, like every time

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Youngblood" by There Will Be Fireworks are about the anxiety and restlessness that can come with being a young person in an uncertain and often hostile world. The first verse describes a person who is struggling to sleep and eat due to their nerves being "cut to ribbon." They are far from home and feel constantly threatened, hearing ominous voices even on the underground. The second verse describes a group of young people who are "turning old" and wasting time, with "young blood on the floor and a television glow." Finally, the chorus returns to the theme of quiet desperation, with the singer drinking to "take the edge off the dark, dark bright" - perhaps a metaphor for the harsh reality of the world they live in.


The song captures the sense of unease and uncertainty that is common among young people, and the pressures they face as they navigate a world that often feels hostile and unforgiving. The lyrics use vivid imagery to convey this sense of foreboding, with references to cutting, breaking bones, and the dark brightness of the world. The music itself is moody, with melancholic lyrics set against a driving rhythm and soaring guitar riffs.


Line by Line Meaning

You've been twisting, turning in your sleep
You have been struggling in your restlessness


Your nerves all cut to ribbon, you can barely eat
You are anxious and have lost your appetite


You're far from home, far from home
You are in a place that is unfamiliar and distant


Hearing voices on the underground
You are hearing ominous whispers in the subway


The built they up and, boy, they will cut you down
They have built up your expectations but will ultimately disappoint you


And break your bones, break your bones
They will hurt you deeply and leave you broken


We've been turning, turning, turning old
We have been growing tired and weary with age


Young blood on the floor and a television glow
The youth around us are wasting away with distractions of technology


We're wasting time, wasting time
We are not making the most of our finite existence


You've been drinking quietly tonight
You are trying to cope with your pain by drinking in solitude


Trying to take the edge off the dark, dark bright
Attempting to lessen the intensity of the harsh reality


Like every time, like every time
It is a recurring behavior and a pattern




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