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![]() Honestly, such an insanely beautiful song. "Death dreams I don't forget, it's been awhile since I dreamed this, but even now when I dream I'll tread with care" - seems to confirm my thoughts on the last section, about it not being real, but just a vivid dream. It could also be talking about how the whole event didn't feel real, and the whole time he was going through what felt like a dream due to the shock. "You died in your sleep last night, you died in my sleep last night" - makes me think that the events in this song didn't actually happen, and instead it was a vivid dream the writer had about losing a loved one. "A painting of a panic attack" seems to describe that frozen image of a suicide. "Butterflied arms tell me that this one has flown" - describes slowly coming to terms with it and the grief setting in. On the second verse: "White noise, I don't know if there's breathing or not" - Describes the disbelief felt in that moment, where you can't come to terms with what you're seeing. The first verse is describing the look of the body on the ground and the crushing silence surrounding it. "A still life is the last I will see of you, a painting of a panic attack" is one of the greatest lines. Honestly this song hits me in a huge way, it's so beautiful how he captures that moment. Throughout the song he describes everything he observes in that moment in crippling detail. ![]() It seems to me that he's describing the exact moment of walking in and seeing a loved one after they've taken their own life. Death Dream Lyrics by Frightened Rabbit from the Painting of a Panic Attack album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: It was. I think the meaning is fairly obvious, while still extremely poetic. It's been a while since I dreamed this butĮven now, when asleep, I'll tread with care ![]() I stepped in, found the suicide asleep on the floorĪpart from the ring of the tinnitus of silenceīutterflied arms tell me that this one has flownīlood seems black against the skin of your porcelain backĪ still life is the last I will see of you It was dawn and the kitchen light was still on
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