The Hunt
Echoes of Solitude: Darker Days Unveil the Haunting Journey in 'The Hunt'
Lyrics
Hollow trees reaching up towards the cold star-lit skies
Hollow trees strive toward the distant star-filled skies.
Gusts of wind blowing them from side to side
Strong winds sway these trees vigorously.
Branches crack, they let out their cries
The branches of these trees produce sounds of distress or pain.
Like these roots, I’m left here buried
Similar to these roots, the speaker feels buried or trapped.
Through it all I still find hope
Despite hardships, the speaker maintains a sense of optimism.
Like a neck that hangs at the end of a rope
The hope feels precarious, akin to a precarious situation.
Until the floor caves in
An impending collapse or breakdown is anticipated.
I am grounded
The speaker feels connected to reality despite adversity.
I’m still screaming out for you inside these walls
The speaker continues to call out for someone within their confined space.
Wishing you would come home
Longing for someone's return, hoping for their presence.
Silence is the only answer to my calls
No response but silence greets the speaker's appeals.
I’m still waiting
The speaker persists in waiting for someone.
Snuck inside of my head like a thief in the night
An intruder has invaded the speaker's thoughts surreptitiously.
Took away everything in my life that felt right
That intruder disrupted what brought comfort or stability.
I can’t say that I blame you at all
The speaker doesn't hold blame for the disruption caused.
You were rotting, I was growing
While one deteriorated, the other person thrived or progressed.
I’m still screaming out for you inside these walls
The repeated plea for someone's return within confinement.
Wishing you would come home
Expressing a desire for the person's homecoming.
Silence is the only answer to my calls
Continued silence in response to the speaker's appeals.
I’m still waiting
The speaker remains in a state of waiting.
You’re so close, please take my hand
A plea for physical proximity or connection to the absent person.
Reaching out and no one’s there
Feeling alone in the attempt to reach out for connection.
Time goes on and on
The passage of time feels endless and unchanging.
And I’m still waiting
The speaker continues waiting despite the passing of time.
I’m still screaming out for you inside these walls
Repeated calls for someone's return within confined space.
Wishing you would come home
Yearning for the return of the absent person.
Silence is the only answer to my calls
Responses continue to be met with silence.
I’m still waiting
The speaker persists in waiting for the absent individual.
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