Who's the One
Echoes of Desire: Unraveling the Mysteries in Hot Breath's 'Who's the One'
Lyrics
All of what's left is all a blur,
All that remains is unclear, a hazy memory.
I am a beast that never were
I am a creature that has never existed.
And beyond the river mouth,
Referring to a place beyond, possibly metaphorical.
I am the north I am the south
I embody both the northern and southern aspects.
And the sweetness of desire,
The pleasurable feeling of wanting, drawing me closer to passion.
Bringing me, next to the fire
This desire brings me close to a metaphorical fire, symbolizing intensity.
I know the start, I know the end
I understand both the beginning and the end of a situation.
And all the nights I've spend
Acknowledging the duration of countless nights.
No blame can be said no more,
No more accusations can be made.
But still hear you howling at the door
Despite this, I still hear you expressing pain or frustration at the entrance.
And the sweetness of desire,
Similar to line 6, reiterating the alluring quality of desire.
Bringing me nearer
This desire brings me even closer to the source.
Who's the one to blame when the fire's gone,
Raising the question of responsibility when the passion diminishes.
Who's the one?
Prompting the question, "Who is responsible?"
Who's the one to leave when your eyes are done
Identifying the one who decides to depart when the emotions fade.
Who's the one?
Prompting the question, "Who is that person?"
Hearing a voice of one who moan, into the dark I go
Hearing the voice of someone in distress, venturing into the unknown.
Who's the one to blame when the fire's gone,
Reiterating the question of responsibility when the passion diminishes.
Who's the one?
Prompting the question, "Who is responsible?"
I know the start, I know the end
Recalling the familiarity of both the beginning and the end.
And all the nights I've spend
Acknowledging the duration of countless nights once again.
No blame can be said no more,
Reiterating that there is no room for accusations anymore.
Still hear you howling at the door
Despite this, there is still the lingering sound of pain or frustration at the entrance.
And the sweetness of desire,
Reiterating the captivating nature of desire.
Bringing me nearer
This desire brings me even nearer to the source of passion.
Who's the one to blame when the fire's gone,
Raising the question of responsibility when the passion diminishes.
Who's the one?
Prompting the question, "Who is responsible?"
Who's the one to leave when your eyes are done
Identifying the one who decides to depart when the emotions fade.
Who's the one?
Prompting the question, "Who is that person?"
Hearing a voice of one who moan, into the dark I go
Hearing the voice of someone in distress, venturing into the unknown.
Who's the one to blame when the fire's gone?
Reiterating the question of responsibility when the passion diminishes.
Who's the one to blame when the fire's gone,
Raising the question of responsibility when the passion diminishes.
Who's the one?
Prompting the question, "Who is responsible?"
Who's the one to leave when your eyes are done
Identifying the one who decides to depart when the emotions fade.
Who's the one?
Prompting the question, "Who is that person?"
Hearing a voice of one who moan, into the dark I go
Hearing the voice of someone in distress, venturing into the unknown.
Who's the one to blame when the fire's gone?
Reiterating the question of responsibility when the passion diminishes.
Who's the one to blame when the fire's gone,
Raising the question of responsibility when the passion diminishes.
Who's the one?
Prompting the question, "Who is responsible?"
I know the start I know the end,
Reiterating the understanding of both the beginning and the end, along with the duration of nights.
And all the night's I've spend
Confirming the acknowledgment of countless nights.
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