Three Imaginary Boys - An interpretation

Walk across the garden In the footsteps of my shadow See the lights out No-one's home In amongst the statues stare at nothing in The garden moves... Can you help me? Close my eyes and hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow never comes Deep inside the empty feeling all the night time leaves me Three Imaginary Boys Slipping through the door hear my heartbeat in the hallway Echoes Round and round Inside my head Drifting up the stairs I see the steps behind me disappearing... Can you help me? Close my eyes and hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow never comes Deep inside the empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three Imaginary Boys sing in my sleep sweet child the moon will change your mind See the cracked reflection Standing still Before the bedroom mirror over my shoulder But no-one's there Whispers in the silence Pressing close behind me Pressing close behind Can you help me? Can you help me?

Starts on the outside... Moonlight Why is he in such a dark and lonely place?  This place is dead.  It's not alive. Closing his eyes.  Is he asleep? Sleeping people wait for the morning too. Sleep and dreams often reflect what is deep inside a person's psyche. There were three members in The Cure at the time this song was made. The imagery makes me wonder if this is a nightmare rather than just a dream! In other words, it reflects his real life situation.  He's jumped into the music industry.  Going up those stairs.  And there's no turning back. He's scared of what could happen because he doesn't know what lies ahead...he's just an 18 year old kid leaping into the raging teeth of the real world.  If only he could see Bloodflowers at this point in his life! Why would he call his band imaginary?  Because they are new?  With sleep (more progress) the moon and the night will change his situation. He's optimistic for the future. Something is pressuring him.  Pressure to do something.  To make more music? It's relentless.  An urge.  Uncontrollable, insatiable urge! No one can help you. You were meant to do this.

-By David Green