Moaning
Midnight Moans: Unveiling the Echoes of Heartbreak in Jack Cantrell's Melody
Lyrics
I wake up it's midnight I look out and see the hung moon
I wake up at midnight, observing the moon hanging in the sky.
I feel a buzz in my skull and a tear in my heart I feel you
I sense a buzzing feeling in my head and a tear in my heart, signifying emotional turmoil related to you.
There's no sense in dialing or writing after all that I've done
There's no point in calling or writing after the mistakes I've made.
Everything that would've been is trapped under yesterday's sun
Everything that could have been is overshadowed by past regrets and mistakes.
That's why I'm here moaning
I express my pain through moaning.
That's why I keep moaning
This moaning persists, reflecting the ongoing emotional distress.
I'm grasping at nothing
I'm reaching out for something, but it seems elusive.
But a dream from the past
All that remains is a dream from the past.
But a dream from the past
This dream is the only tangible connection to better times.
Cicadas, my heart beat, the night wind are all that I hear
I'm surrounded by the sounds of cicadas, my heartbeat, and the night wind, emphasizing a sense of isolation.
Like a psycho on lockdown in my house imprisoned by fear
Similar to a person under lockdown, I feel imprisoned by fear.
What would you think if you learn that I'm gone for good
If you discover that I'm gone for good, what would your reaction be?
If it'd make you love me again, you know that I would
If it means you would love me again, I'd choose that path.
Instead I'm here moaning
Despite the pain, I continue to moan.
And I keep moaning
This moaning persists, indicating the enduring emotional struggle.
I'm grasping at nothing
I'm reaching for something intangible, hoping for a connection.
But a lie from the past
All that's left is a lie from the past.
But a lie from the past
This lie remains as the only semblance of a connection to a different time.
The walls sway, my thoughts rage
The walls around me seem to move, reflecting the inner turmoil.
The glass clangs, it's empty
My thoughts are tumultuous, echoing the chaos within.
You won't come, no you won't come
The sound of glass clanging signifies emptiness, perhaps symbolizing the absence of your presence.
So I'll just stay here moaning
In the absence of resolution, I continue moaning.
Forever on moaning
This moaning becomes a perpetual state, reflecting ongoing pain.
Always grasping at nothing
Always reaching for something intangible, still holding onto the past.
But a love that I smashed
All that remains is a love that I destroyed.
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