Aurora wrote this classic when she was 12 year old. She has described the origin of this song as being the result of a school assignment. She once said "I always think my music is so much more bigger than me and the runaway is one of many examples of that" So it's not just superficial thoughts of escaping or running away from her school assignment in a 12 year old girl's mind. It's a masterpiece of pain, loneliness, longing, death and thousands of feelings. Like a myth, it's precious. Like a spell, it cures the pain. From now on I'll tell my feelings about this song and its authentic meaning. I was listenin' to the ocean I saw a face in the sand But when I picked it up Then it vanished away from my hands, down.... When you miss someone who is gone, the ocean is the best place to escape. The ocean will bring you comfort but at the same time it will bring you emptiness. When you miss someone so badly and when you wish that they were still here beside you, sometimes you start to see them everywhere even in the sand of the sea shore. You know that they are actually not there, but you still try to hold them from the sand. You hesitate for a moment, but the next minute you know no one is there. When you understand that it was only a hallucination, your loneliness starts to grow bigger and bigger. I had a dream I was seven Climbing my way in a tree I saw a piece of heaven Waiting impatient for me, down... Aurora explained the origin of this part of the lyrics in her interview and she said "Throughout my life I've always been very obsessed with death. It makes everything kind of meaningless but at the same time meaningful. All your mistakes should be meaningless because we are gonna die anyway. All your accomplishments and everyone you loved should be meaningful because it might disappear one day. I was climbing a tree, and one of the branches broke. I almost fell. Then I thought I could have died. What if I fell down and died?" What if we die, will we able to meet our loved ones who are waiting for us in the heaven? What happens when we die suddenly? And I was runnin' far away Would I run off the world someday? Nobody knows Nobody knows, and I was dancing in the rain I felt alive and I can't complain But no, take me home Take me home where I belong I can't take it anymore We are always running. Running away from our pain, from the truth of life, from the bitterness of life. What if I run so fast to a distant place, will I able to escape from them? Will I be able to run off from the world? Who knows? No one knows the answer. When it was raining, I was dancing. I was accepting and embracing my own life. So how can I complain about my pain when I have something wonderful still in this world? But no, I'm gonna complain. I have to complain. I can't take it anymore. It's an unbearable pain, it's an unbearable loneliness. Isn't there anyone who can take me to my home where I belong? Where I can find peace to my soul, where I can mend myself, where I can stay without running? All of us get this feeling at least once in our life. If you've never felt this way, consider yourself as the luckiest human being ever. I was painting a picture The picture was a painting of you and For a moment I thought you were here But then again, it wasn't true, down And all this time I have been lyin' Oh, lyin' in secret to myself I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf La-di-da This is different than previous one (the face in the sand that had vanished).In the first verse you kind of see them there, see their faces appear everywhere and know that they aren't there. But now I'm trying to manifest the missing face in my own hands. If hallucinations doesn't occur anymore, I should somehow draw you because I miss you so badly and I wanna see you. No matter how hard I try to deceive myself, I've always knew you aren't here, and that this was not true. I've been lying to myself saying that I'm okay. Though, I've been putting my sorrow on the farthest place in my shelf, it's still in my shelf. One day it will reach the limit and the sorrow that I've hidden in the shelf will burst and burn me. But I kept runnin' For a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' For a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' For a soft place to fall And I kept runnin' For a soft place to fall Now we've been running so far that we got lost. We are kind of stuck in the pain and loneliness. We've got no other choice except running. The softest place to fall is different from one to another. It could be your mom's warm arms, father's lap, lover's lips or your own old bed at your home. Our ultimate goal is falling into the softest place that we know. We hope every bit of our pain will disappear at that place.
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