Lost in Translation
Journey of Discovery: Lost in Translation by Archer Monk
Lyrics
I can see that full moon risin' I can almost hold it in my hand
I can see the rising full moon, almost touch it.
Makes me recollect the time we first met someone somewhere had a plan
Recalling the time of our first meeting, feeling a sense of destiny.
Like peas in a pod like beams of light thick as thieves don't you know
Close and connected like peas in a pod, united and inseparable.
What's lost in translation can be found hanging out below
Things lost in communication can be understood when looked at closely.
Well you had no idea who I was babe did not know what we might become
You had no knowledge of who I was; our future was uncertain.
We met hanging off the end of a plank with a fist full a Haitian rum
We met under unusual circumstances, hanging off a plank with Haitian rum.
We saw some birds flying overhead and we knew we was close to land
Seeing birds, a sign of nearing land, symbolizing hope.
What's lost in translation can be found buried in the sand
Understanding what seemed lost in translation, buried like secrets in the sand.
The pages they fall before me while the ink still ain't dry
Pages fall, questions arise with unfinished thoughts.
I keep on asking these questions of why oh why?
Persistently questioning the reasons behind events.
We left our institutions left them in the dust
Abandoning established norms and systems, leaving them behind.
We heard about this solution of freedom or bust
Exploring the concept of freedom, even at the risk of failure.
There's plenty of time to settle down plenty of lawns to mow
Time to settle down, yet choosing the open road and adventure.
What's lost in translation can be found on the open road
Discovering what was lost in translation on the journey.
So we lit off all our fireworks drained off all our supplies
Using up resources, facing criticism but believing in wisdom.
Someone said that we weren't smart enough but we figured that we was wise
Living in the future while the present fades, dwelling in regret.
To live in the future while the present dies you're sleeping in a house of regret
Falling pages, persistent questions even when the ink is dry.
What's lost in translation can be found when the last sun sets
Continuing the quest, searching for meaning as the sun sets.
The pages they fall before me while the ink still is dry
Repeating the cycle of falling pages and unanswered questions.
I keep on asking these questions of why oh why?
Persistent questioning, seeking understanding in the face of uncertainty.
Do we do what we do babe when everything's been done before
Reflecting on actions when everything seems repetitive.
We fly through the skies with unopened eyes keep on wanting more
Flying through life with open eyes, always desiring more experiences.
More of this and more of that just keep on piling it high
A desire for abundance, accumulating experiences and possessions.
What's lost in translation can be found the day you die
Understanding what's lost in translation as one approaches death.
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