The first of three songs on this album thinking about the past. Past relationships, past mistakes and regrets, past memories. All characters in this song are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Story behind the song
The first of three songs on this album thinking about the past.
Past relationships, past mistakes and regrets, past memories.
As I mentioned previously, I had been listening to a lot of Counting Crows over the summer, and the bridge of this song clearly shows that influence.
Lyrics
Hey, I’ve been dreaming about you again
Oh yeah, I’ve been thinking wasteful thoughts
I know you don’t really need one more friend
Taking a chance to sing without getting caught
So we circle round each other in distant orbits
Hoping I might catch a glimpse of you
But you zip past, leave a trail
And I make a wish hoping it will come true
I can’t take no pill to get you out of my mind
And I can’t sit still while running in circles way behind
I can’t say that you’ve ever been unkind
It’s just that I’d like to be there one more time
One more time, I dream the foolish dream
One more time, I pretend to have a scheme
One more time, It’s never as severed as it seems
One more time…
Hey, I’ve been feeling down low again
Yeah, I’ve been thinking about the past
It’s like a painting hanging in a big wooden frame
But everyone sees something different behind the glass
So past love hangs like a picture
Slightly crooked to catch your eye
Sometimes I walk quickly passed just to miss her
Sometimes I sit on the bench just to cry
I can’t take no pill to get you out of my mind
And I can’t sit still while running in circles way behind
I can’t say that you’ve ever been unkind
It’s just that I’d like to be there one more time
One more time, I dream the foolish dream
One more time, I pretend to have a scheme
One more time, It’s never as severed as it seems
One more time…
Bridge:
Rebecca beckons to be heard, And I will hang on her every word
I’ll paint her in purple and gold, so she will never ever grow old
Painting Rebecca in purple and gold, She will never grow old
(Repeat Chorus)