Lyrics
Since your breathing, is it all that a space can fill?
Contemplating if the essence of existence is limited to breath.
So just by looking in, I'll be looking still
The act of observing without fully understanding.
You find and follow stories well
A skill in finding and following narratives.
You're naked except for a newspaper, the headline telling me
Being exposed, vulnerable, with a newspaper as the only cover; headline suggests bravery is rewarded.
That fortune favours the brave
The belief that courage is often rewarded by fate.
I've been known to be that brave
Personal acknowledgment of having been brave.
What I want is on it's way out
A desire or goal is diminishing or disappearing.
All I needed was an easier way to stay
Seeking a simpler way to endure challenges.
Walking around the city as the light fades (is it all that you remain?)
Contemplating one's existence in the city as daylight diminishes.
I'm thinking about each promise that I have ever made
Reflecting on past promises made.
But I know what they will never say, I know what they will never say
Awareness that certain things will remain unsaid.
Century after Century they remain
Emphasizing the enduring nature of certain phenomena over centuries.
And if I read to remember that the entire Earth is outside this room
A realization that the world exists beyond the immediate surroundings.
So close the windows, keep the curtains shut forever
Choosing to isolate oneself from the external world.
And if I need to remember that the entire Earth is outside this room
Reiterating the need to remember the world outside.
So close the windows, close the windows
Repeated emphasis on closing off external influences.
Isn't it romantic, to be romantic
Questioning the romantic nature of not understanding what one loves.
When you don't understand what you love
Expressing confusion about the meaning of love.
Or if a word like that couls ever mean anything
Doubting the significance of certain words, particularly "romantic."
When what you want is on it's way out
Reiterating the fading of a desired outcome.
I didn't hear cheerleading for creative writers
Not hearing support for creative endeavors.
And your cheekbones don't taste of anything at all
Sensory imagery suggesting a lack of taste in personal experiences.
It's on it's way out, it's just an easier way to stay
The easier way to endure challenges is dissipating.
Talking about a city that the light made (is it all that you remain?)
Discussing the city as darkness falls, questioning one's persistence.
It's the same story that's been told
A repetitive narrative about the city and its stories.
But it's been stories that don't fade
Stories that endure without fading away.
I know what they will never say, I know what they will never say
Recognition that certain truths will remain unspoken.
Century after Century they remain
Reiterating the enduring nature of certain phenomena over centuries.
Is it all that you remain?
A reflective question about the essence of one's existence.
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