Lyrics
She was an hour
She was significant or lasted a considerable period.
And I'm just a minute
I am relatively insignificant or brief compared to her.
I wish I could be longer
I desire to be more substantial or enduring.
But if I'm honest, I'm on a limit
I acknowledge my limitations or constraints.
She was full of the sun
She had a radiant or vibrant quality.
But somehow burned away
But that quality faded or was lost somehow.
The one I used to walk upon
She was integral to my life, now absent.
Now my steps are painted a grey
Now my life feels dull or colorless.
And how can I learn to love her if she's so varied?
I struggle to love her because she's unpredictable or inconsistent.
If only she could find a wish bone
If only she could find a solution or resolution.
I pray for those 59 parts that are gone
I pray for what's lost, the majority of her.
The ones she kept and carried
The aspects of her personality or self that she retained and carried.
She was an hour
Reiteration of her significant presence in the past.
Now I'm only good for the ticket
Now I'm only valuable for a specific purpose or moment.
I wish I could stay longer
I wish I could remain relevant or present for a longer duration.
But if I'm honest, I can't bare witness
I cannot bear witness to something lasting or enduring.
She looked just like me
She resembled me previously.
Now I'm a stranger
Now I feel disconnected or estranged from her.
Maybe she's lost at sea
Maybe she's lost or adrift, without direction.
I'd do anything, anything to go save her
I'm willing to do anything to rescue or help her.
And how can I learn to love her if she's so varied?
I struggle to love her because she's unpredictable or inconsistent.
If only she could grow up less alone
If only she could mature or evolve with less solitude.
I pray for those 59 parts that are gone
I pray for what's lost, the majority of her.
The ones she kept and carried
The aspects of her personality or self that she retained and carried.
The glass from her bottle's now a splinter in my hand
A painful reminder from something associated with her.
A shatter that I'll carry for a few
A wound or pain I'll bear for a while.
Until the radiant greenery grows back around again
Until the beautiful and vibrant aspects return.
And my sky is filled with sun
Until my life is filled with happiness and warmth.
And my time greater than one
Until I feel whole again, with more time and significance.
And how can I learn to love her if she's so varied?
I struggle to love her because she's unpredictable or inconsistent.
If only her joy was more known
If only her happiness or positivity was more apparent.
I pray for those 59 parts that are gone
I pray for what's lost, the majority of her.
The ones she kept and carried
The aspects of her personality or self that she retained and carried.
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