Lyrics
Morning comes, the day eludes you
Morning arrives, but the day escapes your grasp
I know you don't have room or time to be you
Acknowledgment that there's limited space and time for self-expression
The sound of foghorn or the bugle
Reference to distant sounds like a foghorn or bugle
I know that you can hum the tune
Awareness that despite constraints, one can still hum a familiar melody
July comes, the sun eludes you
July arrives, the sun remains elusive
I know you can't afford a room with a view
Recognizing financial limitations, unable to afford a scenic view
But chime a bell, it's time to be you
Suggesting it's time to be true to oneself, symbolized by chiming a bell
I know that you can play a tune
Belief in the ability to create one's melody despite challenges
Resting where the seeds of summer
Resting in the growth period of summer
They're in sun when I promise I'll be here
Promising presence when the sun is shining, indicating reliability
Watch the flies that catch
Observing flies as a metaphor for distractions or fleeting moments
The sunlight anytime you two, always there
Emphasizing constant presence, like sunlight, in both good and challenging times
Falling when the leaves have rotten
Falling leaves symbolize decay or change
They resume their duty to the earth
Leaves returning to the earth, implying a cyclical nature of life
And the wings that move
Describing wings that move and evolve, possibly representing personal growth
They're softer every time
Highlighting the increasing softness of wings over time
You two, always there
Reiterating the constant presence, akin to the flies, in all situations
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