Time for Better Timing
Time for Better Timing: Navigating Life's Illusions with Ferdinand the Bull
Lyrics
It's a hope, it's a lie
Expressing a mixture of hope and deception.
If it's the same to you, the same to me - I'll try
Indicating a willingness to try, despite potential indifference.
It's a wish, it's a dream
Describing a desire or aspiration.
Though this promise is not as real as it seems
Suggesting that a promise may not be as genuine as it appears.
The last three times were nothing, and I'm still waiting around
Reflecting on past disappointments while maintaining anticipation.
I keep running into something, just a bird stuck on the ground
Encountering obstacles and feeling stuck, likened to a grounded bird.
The warmness of the day has left, the setting of a son
Describing the departure of warmth, possibly symbolizing loss or change.
Like the hard December mornings, just before the cold's begun
Drawing a parallel between the atmosphere and the onset of cold in December.
So laugh and run, and hold my hand that's calling out for you
Encouraging laughter and shared experiences, reaching out for connection.
Both together, still, in mornings as a leaf hanging to dew
Highlighting unity and continuity, akin to a leaf clinging to morning dew.
There's gotta be a time for better timing
Expressing a belief in the existence of a more opportune moment.
Every hope, still a lie
Reiterating the theme of hope intertwined with deception.
And every day it seems so hard to go and try
Conveying the difficulty of facing each day with resolve.
And this wish, just a dream
Affirming that certain aspirations remain elusive dreams.
For each night that lays to burst it at the seams
Acknowledging the fragility of dreams that may unravel at any moment.
Take the train into the sunset, fall asleep 'gainst broken glass
Painting a picture of a journey into the unknown, against a backdrop of hardship.
Slumber through the daylight, just await this life to pass
Describing a passive existence, waiting for life to pass.
The warmness of the day has left, the setting of a son
Repeating the image of warmth leaving, possibly signifying repeated loss.
Like the hard December mornings, just before the cold's begun
Reinforcing the connection between the cold and the onset of difficulties.
So sing along, this symphony that hums a country tune
Encouraging participation in a shared, melancholic melody.
For to separate in darkness, as a lie echoes the truth
Suggesting that separation in darkness mirrors the deceptive nature of lies echoing the truth.
There's gotta be a time for better timing
Reiterating the belief in the existence of a more propitious moment for action.
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