The Streets Of Another Place

Wandering Through the Streets of Reflection
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Lyrics

I grow restless and you grow old

I feel impatient and you are aging.

Another minute a baby is born in the world

Every minute, a new baby comes into the world.

I drive back too the streets

I return to the streets.

All my friends they can feel the heat

My friends can sense the intensity or pressure.

Smell the sin it will make you cry

The scent of sin is powerful enough to evoke tears.

Who knows who will pass you by

It's uncertain who might pass you in the streets.

In the streets of another place

Referring to an alternate location or state.

Icarus you heed the sun

A reference to the myth of Icarus who ignored warnings and flew too close to the sun.

Your feathers were wax they'll melt as one

Comparing someone's risky actions to Icarus, suggesting inevitable consequences.

That is why we'll all combine

Suggesting unity and collaboration as a response to challenges.

Take it all to the otherside

Taking everything to a different, possibly better, place.

White rooms with stripes on the ceiling

Describing a setting with white rooms and striped ceilings.

Is this the kingdom or is it derived

Questioning whether this setting is a kingdom or a derived place.

In the streets of another place

Reiteration of being in the streets of another place.

The preacher I met early this evening

Encountering a preacher and questioning the veracity of his words.

Was it the truth or did he just lie

Doubting whether the preacher spoke the truth or lied.

About a place of love and for justice

Reflecting on a place characterized by love and justice.

Or will the moon just move with the tide

Wondering if external forces like the moon will affect this place.

Well I can feel the earth inbetween us

Feeling a sense of separation or distance from another person.

The tatooed son he has no pride

Describing someone with tattoos and suggesting a lack of pride.

These streets are the place with no set agreements

Characterizing the streets as a place without fixed agreements or rules.

My head in my hands my tears are all dry

Expressing a state of emotional exhaustion, having no more tears to shed.

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