Hand Mirror Suite

Echoes of Decomposure: Unveiling Hidden Realities in Blimp's Hand Mirror Suite
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Lyrics

I met you on the corner

I encountered you at a street corner

The place where you stand

The specific location where you usually position yourself

It's no conversation

No meaningful conversation is taking place

Your face in my hand

Your facial expression is within my grasp

I'm lost in the wreckage

I am bewildered in the aftermath

The place where we hide

The location where we conceal ourselves

Undress me from reverie

Strip away the dreamlike state from me

The things that we try

Engaging in experiences and endeavors

You make it all better

You bring improvement to everything

You make it all better

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He looks to the mirror

He gazes at the mirror

Dark for the light

The darkness contrasts with the light

This valley is shapeless

This valley lacks a defined shape

Too stubborn to fight

Resisting change or opposition

You make it all better

You bring improvement to everything

You make it all better

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Decomposure

The process of breaking down or decay

Decomposure

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Decomposure

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So where did he get those eyes

Questioning the origin of his eyes

Moonlit sailor's thinking

A sailor under moonlight contemplating

Tough pill to swallow he's not

It's challenging to accept that he doesn't belong to this world

Meant for this world

He doesn't belong anywhere at all

He's not meant for anywhere at all

He acknowledges that perhaps we all could just exist without purpose

But he knows that maybe we all could just sit around

The vast and expansive horizon is trembling

Big big horizon trembling

A significant and expansive horizon is shaking

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