Walker Keith
Eternal Yearning: Broken Mouth's Melody of Lost Moments
Lyrics
I'd like to think there's a park bench somewhere
I envision a park bench in some place
And I know that you're waiting for me
A belief that someone is patiently awaiting my presence
The wind blowing through your long hair
Imagining the wind gently moving through your long hair
Outside of time, life full and free
Life is experienced beyond the constraints of time, being full and liberated
Outside of time, life full and free
Reiteration of the idea of life outside the boundaries of time
I'm setting up these empty spaces
Creating voids or gaps in my thoughts
In my mind I've lost track of all these paces
Losing track of the various steps or paths in my mind
I'm going on without you
Moving forward in life without your presence
How can I go on without you
Expressing difficulty in continuing life without you
Your my unfinished song
You are the incomplete melody in my life
One look in the mirror
Reflecting on oneself in the mirror
I exist but at what cost
Acknowledging existence but questioning the associated toll
How is this what I've been given
Contemplating the nature of the life given
Nothing but time
Time is the only possession
In these empty spaces
Emptiness prevails in these spaces
How can I go on without you
The challenge of moving forward without you
And I begin to shake at the thought
Feeling a sense of unease at the idea
Of your forever absent questions kid
Imagining the persistent absence of your questioning
"How does the grass grow?"
Quoting questions related to the growth of grass
"What holds up the moon?"
Pondering the support of the moon
"Can I love you until you die?"
Questioning the capacity to love until death
"What if I want to be a bird and fly?"
Considering the desire to transform into a bird and fly
How do I go on without you
The challenge of continuing without you
How do I go on without you
Reiteration of the difficulty in moving forward
How do I go on without you
Continued reflection on the challenge of life without you
Im constantly thinking
Constantly dwelling on thoughts
Of how I missed out on it all of it
Regret for missing out on various aspects of life
First movie on the floor
Recalling the first movie experience shared on the floor
With you next to me
Nostalgia for the companionship during the first movie
First sip of coke
Reminiscing about the first taste of coke
First skateboard
Remembering the initiation into skateboarding
First scraped knee
Reflecting on the first scraped knee, a symbol of vulnerability
All of it
Recollection of various experiences, emphasizing their significance
But above all
Above all, cherishing the memory of your first breath
Your first fucking breath
A moment of respect and reflection for Walker Keith
A moment of silence
Observing a moment of silence for the mentioned individual
For Walker Keith
Paying homage to Walker Keith
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