Dead Cellar
Eternal Echoes: Embracing the Unseen Weight of Love
Lyrics
Love will take its toll, moving its arms in close until it can't even let you go
Love has a cost, wrapping itself around closely until it becomes unwilling to release you.
I think it's easier to run
The speaker finds it easier to escape or avoid challenges than to confront them.
Fall asleep, into the arms of a lucid dream
Falling asleep and entering a vivid dream world.
Blend into my own reality
Merging with one's own perception of reality.
There's no difference anymore
There is no discernible distinction or significance anymore.
What you will say I already know
The speaker is already aware of what someone will say.
There's a part of you that's overgrown
A part of the person has grown beyond control or proportion.
Dead cellar, no weary man would rest
Referring to a dead cellar where a weary person wouldn't find rest.
I knew that room so well, it's like I never left
The speaker is familiar with the dead cellar, feeling as if they never left.
The silence crept ensnared in stagnant air
Silence slowly infiltrates and captures the surroundings.
Bathing in the permanence the light and losses shared
Immersed in the enduring nature of light and shared losses.
Even the dirt kept breathing a small, though shallow, breath
Even the dirt, symbolic of difficulties, continues to endure and exist.
Even the dirt kept breathing - hold on hope to bloom from the soil on this deathbed
Despite challenges, there is a hope for growth and renewal.
Wander, wallow, attempt to forget
Engaging in aimless wandering and attempting to forget.
As you lie on this deathbed instead
Lying on a deathbed, contemplating existence.
I won't be listening when you tell me what I've missed
Disregarding information about what has been missed.
You see me out of focus in the distance, wearing thin
The speaker is seen unclearly in the distance, appearing worn out.
Left without, in this vacuum that I'm left within
Feeling abandoned in an empty space or void.
You wouldn't know me from a memory you've placed me in
Others might not recognize the speaker as they once were.
Wander wallow attempt to forget
Repetition of the theme of wandering and attempting to forget.
You stifled silhouette of moments misspent
The silhouette of past moments remains suppressed.
And I'm counting the days, but I wasn't listening when you told me
The speaker counts days but ignores information previously given.
Love will take its toll
Reiteration of the idea that love has consequences or demands sacrifices.
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