Close your eyes Quote by Passenger

“Staring at the bottom of your glass Hoping one day you'll make a dream last But dreams come slow and they go so fast You see her when you close your eyes Maybe one day you'll understand why Everything you touch, oh it dies But you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it…” quote by Passenger — Download Open image

“Staring at the bottom of your glass Hoping one day you'll make a dream last But dreams come slow and they go so fast You see her when you close your eyes Maybe one day you'll understand why Everything you touch, oh it dies But you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go Only know you've been high when you're feeling low Only hate the road when you're missing home Only know you love her when you let her go Staring at the ceiling in the dark Same old empty feeling in your heart 'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast Well you see her when you fall asleep But never to touch and never to keep 'Cause you loved her too much and you dive too deep”

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About This Quote

The lyrics juxtapose fleeting dreams and love with the paradox that loss clarifies value, using recurring motifs of light, cold, and yearning.

In simple terms: Loss reveals true worth.

Key Takeaway

We only appreciate what we lose.

Themes

love loss time dreams paradox

Mood

nostalgic introspective

Type

lyrical poetic

When to use this quote

breakups
creative block
nighttime reflection
grief processing

Key Concepts

poetic imagery emotional cycles

Practical Applications

songwriting
poetry workshops

Questions to Reflect On

How does scarcity shape desire?
What does ‘light when burning low’ symbolize?

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