Good Things Will Come

Embracing Change: Blooms in Rain, Silver Linings Amidst Storms
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Lyrics

Flowers all grown in the deadbeat sun

Flowers growing despite harsh conditions in the sun.

Flowers got cut and the damage was done

Flowers being cut, symbolizing damage or loss.

You took it for granted, went on the run

Taking something for granted and escaping.

Flowers grew back when the rain poured down

Flowers regrowing after rain, indicating renewal.

But now you've come back to the paddock

Returning to a place or situation (paddock).

Waltzed through a gate that I thought I'd shut

Reopening a closed aspect of life, possibly a relationship.

There are reasons to be, reasons to go

Reflecting on reasons to stay or leave.

Gonna tell myself that

A self-affirmation to believe in positive outcomes.

Good things will come

Repetition emphasizing the hope for good things.

Good things will come

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Good things will come

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Good things will come

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Couldn't get to sleep, memories uncut

Struggling with persistent memories disrupting sleep.

How the time has passed, and all the people I've loved

Reflecting on the passage of time and past relationships.

You've lived the same amount of minutes as I have too

Noting the shared experience of time with someone else.

Flowers grew overwhelmingly without you

Flowers flourishing without the person's presence.


But now you've come back to the paddock

Reiteration of someone's return to a familiar place.

Waltzed through a gate that I thought I'd shut

Reopening a closed gate, potentially reopening past issues.

Ombre mountains call

Mention of "Ombre mountains" - a poetic, possibly symbolic reference.

Silver lining to this storm

Positive aspect to a difficult situation, a silver lining.


Good things will come

Repetition of the affirmation for good things to come.

Good things will come

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Good things will come

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Good things will come

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Why force it, control it?

Questioning the need for control, allowing light (positive change) to happen.

The light goes where it wants

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Why force it, control it?

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The light goes where it wants

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Why force it, control it?

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The light goes where it wants

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This mess is art

Describing the chaos or challenges as a form of art.

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