Sick Day
Navigating Life's Descent: Breaking Pangaea's 'Sick Day' Reflection
Lyrics
Waiting Sunday, fall apart.
Feeling a sense of disintegration or breakdown on a Sunday.
Time for all your worries, worried heart.
Time to confront all worries that trouble the heart.
Weekends work begins, time is gone.
The start of the workweek signifies the swift passage of time.
What was gold, slipped our fingers, moved on.
Valuable things (metaphorically "gold") have been lost or slipped away.
And I worry cause I think there's something wrong with me.
Anxiety arises, suspecting a personal issue or flaw.
Do you feel it?
Asking if the other person senses the same worry or problem.
Feel the same?
Asking if the other person shares a similar feeling or concern.
Taking back Sunday is all that we can do
Resorting to reclaiming time or memories associated with Sundays.
Or remember days I spent with you.
Recalling and longing for past moments spent together.
Ignore the evidence.
Choosing to disregard available proof or signs.
Does anybody know the answer?
Seeking insight or knowledge from others about what caused the issue.
What went wrong?
Questioning the specific mistake or error that led to the current situation.
Where'd the time go?
Expressing surprise or lamentation at the rapid passing of time.
Cause I worry and I think there's something wrong with me again.
Recurring worry about personal problems resurfacing.
Do you feel it?
Inquiring if the other person senses the same issue.
Feel the same way?
Asking if the other person feels similarly.
And I'm falling, are you with me?
Feeling in a state of descent or decline and seeking companionship.
Cause I'm falling down, are you with me?
Expressing the act of falling and desiring company.
And I'm falling, are you with me?
Reiterating the desire for company while experiencing a downward spiral.
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