Lyrics
What a fucking mess have we got here?
Expressing dismay at the current state of affairs.
Tell me everything you need to hear
Requesting comprehensive information and communication.
Tell me that you hate it
Asking to express dislike or discontent.
When it's exactly how we made it
Noting the dissatisfaction with the current situation, which was intentionally created.
Things are never quite as they ap(pear)
Highlighting the deceptive nature of appearances.
Periodically I start to fear
Expressing intermittent fear or anxiety.
That you would take a love and disappear
Concern about the possibility of losing a love relationship.
When I told you that I gave it
Assertion of giving effort or commitment.
But you didn't want to save it
Recognition that the effort was not reciprocated or valued.
Do trees make sounds when no one else is (near)?
Rhetorical question about the perception of events by non-participants.
Nearly, somewhere we belong
Expressing a desire for belonging.
It's so clearly that we're on our own
Acknowledging independence or isolation.
When all I am
Identification of oneself as a flawed individual.
Is a man with no goddamn sense
Describing a lack of common sense.
Still coming along
Emphasizing continuous participation despite shortcomings.
Still coming along
Reiterating ongoing participation.
In half a million years will we be here?
Contemplating humanity's long-term existence on Earth.
Or will the Earth take back Her: land, and sea, and air
Speculating on Earth reclaiming its elements.
And when the aliens do find us
Contemplating extraterrestrial discovery.
Will it be love that does remind us:
Questioning if love will be the reminder in such a scenario.
To be or not to be, is what is (fair)
Raising existential questions about existence.
Fairly I am certain You are there
Expressing certainty about a higher presence.
And for the tragedy of man, you still shed tears
Noting divine empathy for human tragedy.
Did You put us on a timer?
Questioning if there's a predetermined lifespan for humanity.
Do You want us, sort of, kind of?
Asking about the divine will for humanity.
Do trees make sounds when no one else is (near)?
Repeating the earlier rhetorical question about trees and perception.
Nearly, somewhere we belong
Reiterating the desire for belonging.
It's so clearly that we're on our own
Reaffirming the acknowledgment of isolation.
When all I am
Repeating the identification as a flawed individual.
Is a man with no goddamn sense
Restating the lack of common sense.
Still coming along
Emphasizing continued participation despite shortcomings.
Still coming along
Reiterating ongoing participation.
On your own again…
Acknowledging individual journey or struggle.
On our own again…
Recognizing collective independence or struggle.
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