Cry for the moon
growing down Lyrics
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A tribute to another choice
Impossible to read your letter cause the ink fade away
Drain all my music, set up my alibis
Now the river whispering again a sweet lullaby Please crack the matches, watch me consume I learn how to fly, the sun didn't pass by
If the frame falls down / the image will stay on the ground
If your lies are true, my love was just a dream
Feel the relief created by the rupture between our paths
You offer me flowers as poison,
You gonna find my faith under their roots Broke down the lie , youre changing the color of the sky
The ocean takes me away , there was nothing else to say
I slipped my skin on the scissor blade, I'm not the quiet sinful
But now your murdering me with the sound of silence
The lyrics of Growing Down's song "Cry for the Moon" deal with the end of a relationship and the pain and confusion that comes with it. In the beginning of the song, the singer feels trapped and helpless, as symbolized by the image of their feet being tied and the footstool falling. They struggle to understand the other person's perspective, unable to read their letter since the ink has faded away, and try to find solace in music and excuses. However, they eventually find some hope, as the river whispers a sweet lullaby and they learn how to fly without the other person's help. The rest of the song is a back-and-forth between hope and disappointment, as the singer reflects on the beauty of their shared memories, but also the pain of betrayal and poison. They have to break down the lies and face the reality that their love was perhaps just a dream. The final lines of the song are particularly poignant, as the singer feels like they are being "murdered" by the silence of the other person, who may have already moved on.
One interesting interpretation of the song is that it can be read as a metaphor for the creative process. The struggle to make sense of the other person's perspective and find inspiration in music and alibis can also be seen as the struggle to find inspiration and stay motivated as an artist. The idea of learning how to fly even if the sun didn't pass by can be seen as a message of self-reliance and perseverance, which are important qualities for any artist. The image of being tied up and the footstool falling may also represent the fear of being trapped and stagnant creatively. The idea of consuming matches and being consumed by silence may symbolize the destructive nature of creative self-doubt and lack of feedback.
Line by Line Meaning
My feet are tied, the footstool falls
I am trapped and unable to move, even the support I had is gone
A tribute to another choice
Acknowledging that a decision was made, but it wasn't the right one
Impossible to read your letter cause the ink fade away
The message you sent is unreadable and lost
Drain all my music, set up my alibis
I am giving up my passion and making excuses for my actions
Now the river whispering again a sweet lullaby
Nature is soothing me and providing comfort in this difficult time
Please crack the matches, watch me consume
I am asking someone to light a fire and watch me destroy myself
I learn how to fly, the sun didn't pass by
I taught myself a new skill, but no one noticed or acknowledged it
If the frame falls down / the image will stay on the ground
Even if the structure holding something up falls apart, the thing itself remains
If your lies are true, my love was just a dream
If everything you said was false, then what I thought was love was never real
Feel the relief created by the rupture between our paths
I am experiencing a sense of liberation because our paths have diverged
The day has arrived, memories beautiful
This significant day has come, with memories that are both happy and sad
You offer me flowers as poison
You are giving me something that seems nice, but will actually harm me
You gonna find my faith under their roots
My true beliefs are hidden beneath something else and hard to uncover
Broke down the lie , youre changing the color of the sky
The truth has been revealed, and it has altered my perception of the world
The ocean takes me away, there was nothing else to say
I am being swept away by the vastness of the sea, with no words left to speak
I slipped my skin on the scissor blade, I'm not the quiet sinful
I have shed my previous identity and am no longer the person I once was
But now your murdering me with the sound of silence
Your lack of communication and emotional distance is causing me pain and suffering
Contributed by London L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.