Literal vs. Figurative

Like burnt-out torches

by a sick man's bed

There's a faucet in the basement

that had dripped one drop all year

since he fixed it, we could not find it

without wearing scuba gear

When the stars threw down their spears,

And water'd heaven with their tears,

The moon was a ghostly galleon upon the cloudy seas,

The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,

The score stood four to two,

with but one inning more to play.

And then when Cooney died at first,

and Barrows did the same,

The leaves are little yellow fish

swimming in the river.

I've got a hundred million reasons

to walk away

I just need one good one to stay

"Million Reasons" by Lady Gaga

Everybody knows my past now

Like my house was always made of glass

And maybe that's the price you pay

For the money and fame at an early age

"Lonely" by Justin Bieber