Lyrics
My love, since when,
The speaker is addressing their love and asking since when things have changed.
Moved on, so now I pretend,
They acknowledge moving on but pretend otherwise.
Does anybody know yer name?
They wonder if anyone knows the identity of their love.
Hand inside a glove, spitting image of you,
Comparing the feeling of familiarity (hand in a glove) to someone who resembles their love.
Baby it’s true,
The familiarity feels real to the speaker.
Automated and factory demand too,
Reference to a manufactured or artificial demand for this resemblance.
What should I do?
The speaker is unsure about what action to take in this situation.
And as I look long and hard in the mirror,
The speaker introspects deeply while looking at themselves in the mirror.
The mirror hung on the wall,
Describing the mirror's location to emphasize the reflection.
It doesn’t feel like there’s anyone left,
They feel empty or as if there's no one left inside.
And I see nothing at all
The mirror reflects a lack of identity or clarity for the speaker.
My love, it seems,
Reiterating that the speaker's love feels intangible like a hologram.
Is like a hologram that plays on repeat,
Comparing the persistent presence of their love to a repeating hologram.
Coz I fell for this torment,
Admitting to falling for this feeling of torment or anguish.
And it’s not like real life when we try to pretend,
Highlighting the disparity between the fabricated feeling and reality.
Does anybody know yer name?
Repeating the question about the identity of their love.
Hand inside a glove, spitting image of you,
Repeating the comparison of familiarity to someone who looks like their love.
Baby it’s true,
Reaffirming the realness of the familiarity.
Automated and factory demand too,
Reiterating the idea of artificial or manufactured demand for this resemblance.
What should I do?
Continuing the uncertainty about what to do in this situation.
And as I sail by myself down the river,
The speaker navigates through life alone, reminiscing about past experiences.
Collecting memories before,
Collecting memories before reaching an inevitable end or conclusion.
The river runs to the edge of the sea,
Reflecting on the passage of time toward an uncertain future.
I know I’ll never be sure
Expressing the speaker's certainty about never being completely sure about something.
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