Peach
Navigating the Maze of Life: Jason Nolan's 'Peach' Meaning
Lyrics
I try to figure it out
I attempt to understand it.
I tried to make you slow down but show you around
I attempted to make you slow down but showed you around.
I tried to make you my own
I tried to make you mine.
Like the scratch cards, which were never one in four
Similar to scratch cards, which rarely have a one in four chance.
But optimistically as ever, as certain as the break of dawn
Optimistic despite uncertainties, as certain as the break of dawn.
So am I a part of the play, am I apart from the play, am I a part of the grey, am I a part of the wayside
Am I involved in the drama, am I separate from it, am I part of the ambiguity, am I part of the neglected side?
When you’re at the turn of the page, from the mouse in it’s maze, from the heart in its cage to the stars and the moonlight
At the turning point of a story, from confusion to clarity, from emotional confinement to the vastness of the stars and moonlight.
And I am fully aware,
I am fully conscious.
These four have been done before, and I know that you must be bored, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t care
These situations have occurred before, acknowledging potential boredom, admitting that I do care.
And to tell the truth now,
To be honest now.
No matter where I’m supposed to be, the substitutes are a poor excuse, it’s never a perfect symmetry
Regardless of where I should be, substitutes are inadequate, and perfect symmetry is never achieved.
On the wain while down beneath the dust
On the decline while covered in dust.
And dullened in the distance, I’m no different I’m not there
In the distance, dulled and not present, similar to not being there.
As we spin round, further from the fairground, I see clearer now I’m distant I’m no different almost anywhere, would you notice all the same?
As we move away from the excitement, gaining clarity, feeling detached and not significantly different anywhere; wondering if you would notice the same.
And it's hard to take when I’m lost in the streets I used to know
It's challenging when I'm lost in familiar streets.
It's a farce to fake like a peach without a stone
It's a deception to pretend, like a peach without a stone.
No holds barred for me when I’m waiting for you
No restrictions for me when I'm waiting for you.
Don’t poke holes I’m at the seam, wholeheartedly I see it clearer than a ton of bricks the crystal clicks, unguided by your wing-view mirror
Advising not to criticize or find faults; expressing clear insight similar to the clarity of a crystal after a ton of bricks, unaffected by external perspectives.
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