The Neighbourhood, Pt. 2
Echoes of a Broken Man's Dream
Lyrics
You could try to erase all the memories of me
You can attempt to forget all the memories associated with me.
In a manner of thinking you could never achieve
But in a way of thinking or approach, you'll never successfully accomplish that.
Not a part of myself could have agreed to this for
There's no part of myself that would have agreed to this situation because
It couldn't be chosen this dark place I'm in
This dark place I find myself in wasn't a chosen circumstance.
In this place that I dream you still know I exist
Even in the place that I dream of, you're aware of my existence.
You are lost with me in our ever green fields
We are both lost together in our idyllic, enduring fields.
Balancing on the moon threads that were made for me
Struggling or finding balance on pathways or connections meant specifically for me.
All of this was made for me
All of this existence feels tailor-made for my experience.
Not a word about how the world is what we perceive
The world is shaped by our perceptions, yet
And so how can it be when there's nothing in it
It feels empty or void when there seems to be nothing within it.
Pretty sure that the moon stands where it can be seen for a light
Confident that the moon is positioned to provide light,
I now need for my eyes to see
I now require this light for my vision.
If this life was made only to be seen by me then I know
If life's purpose was solely for my observation,
If I look you'll be somewhere in it
I know that if I search, you'll still be a part of it.
All of this was made for us
Everything around seems like it's designed for both of us.
All of this was made for a broken man to see
All these circumstances seem designed for a broken person to perceive.
Just when I wake at night I reconstruct my lungs
Upon waking at night, I consciously regain control over my breathing
Cause I'll have to breathe hard when I turn back the wheel
Because I'll need to muster strength to reverse the course of time
Of the time I control cause it's my world to fix of a line I just drew that should not exist
I control my world and attempt to correct a mistake or an unwanted situation
But my bones won't obey and my muscles remove all the strength
However, my body resists, weakening my resolve,
From my body right into the cement ground
Draining my strength into the unforgiving ground.
I keep up just to feel the time that I'll die and it all boils down to the memory of
I persist merely to experience the moment of my death, all boiling down to the memory
When a broken man could feel
When even a broken person could feel something significant.
A broken man could feel
Emphasizing the ability of a broken individual to still experience emotions.
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