Sidewalk Chalk - Blue [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[VERSE 1: Rico Sisney]
All she ever saw was ocean
Looked out the window in the morning
Sun shining
She always felt a storm coming
Knowing nothing
Could hurt in her silk cocoon
Nasty taste in her mouth from that silver spoon
And her parents had a plan for her since the womb
She don't need to be that smart, she'll have her pick of schools
Pops could drop a couple names in the interview
Abracadabra!
Them applications get approved
Its pretty typical...
And really cyclical...
She's getting cynical...
But what's a kid to do from up here in her room?

[Chorus 1: Marga Marion]
Ah….Blue we’re looking over
Ah…Blue we’re looking over


[VERSE 2: Rico Sisney]
All he ever saw was ocean
30 feet away behind some barb wire
Wishing that fence could grow a lot higher
Might make the days pass faster
Like they do for all those other kids making sand castles
Maybe he should ask them
To build a castle tall enough to go over the barbs
Won't need this place no more they could open the walls
The castle would be big enough for holding them all
He could finally meet his dad and say hello to his mom
That's what he really hopes...
It's really typical...
He should be cynical...
But he'll learn when he grows better keep that window closed

[Chorus 2: Marga Marion]
Oh, I’m thankful for what I have, but I want something more
Oh, I’m thankful for where I’m at, but I would like to go

[Chorus 1]

[VERSE 3: Rico Sisney & Marga Marion]
Sitting by the blue I contemplate
Is it the life I choose, or is it fate
Everybody thinks I have it made
Is it true? What can I do?
Looking out the window questioning
If there could be something else for me
They say this is all I’ll ever be
I know there is something more

[Rico Sisney]
All they ever dreamed was to be like the ocean
Ever expanding full of life and motion
Seven seas never cease yet they seem out of reach
Despite their closeness
One day inspiring hope the next reminding it's hopeless
Except with refined focus
From Côtes des Acardins to Coronado on private beaches
Distinct in all of their defining features
What lies beneath is two similar souls too free to fit in a mold
Who see the limits but want release from umbilical cord

[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1]