Swimming Eyes
Swimming Eyes: Lost Memories and the Echoes of Another's Touch
Lyrics
A silhouette passing by in front of your eyes.
A shadowy figure passing in front of your vision.
Someone walking through the crowd,
Someone navigating through a crowd,
That's just her body, it's not her.
Clarification that it's her physical form, not her essence.
Just a reflection of a time that's lost.
A mere reflection of a bygone era.
Memories painted as the contours of,
Recollections portrayed as the outlines of,
Someone you once would have died for.
Someone for whom you once held deep affection.
A sound makes it through the constant noise.
A discernible sound amidst constant clamor.
A voice so familiar,
A voice evoking familiarity,
But the words they're not the same,
Yet, the words differ from those of the past.
As the ones she used to say.
Distinct from what she used to express.
The sentences they're not how
The sentences no longer align with
They used to be,
Their previous form,
Though still as beautiful,
Though still possessing beauty,
They're not meant for you.
They are not intended for you.
So how did it feel tonight
Reflecting on the experience tonight,
As the streets became yours?
As the streets become a part of your existence?
The streets of the city,
The streets where our narratives unfolded.
In which our stories were written.
Contemplating how it feels,
So how did it feel like,
Your hand now in someone else's,
Your hand in someone else's hand,
Your facial features occupying someone else's thoughts.
Your features of your face,
The breath of another,
On someone else's mind.
As the final sound before sleep,
The breath of another as,
And the first at dawn.
As the last sound you'll hear before sleep,
Anticipating the sensation.
As the first you hear at dawn.
Will it invigorate your sense of being?
How will that feel like?
Addressing the potential emotional impact.
Will it make you feel alive?
Questioning if it will instill a sense of vitality.
There's so much pain in here,
Acknowledging a substantial amount of anguish within,
There's too many,
Expressing an overwhelming number of,
Feelings,
Emotions,
Left from back when,
Remnants from a time when,
The days still left us with,
Days provided us with,
These little things,
Small elements,
That kept us trying.
That motivated our efforts.
There's so much pain in here,
Reiterating a considerable amount of pain within,
There's too many,
Expressing an overwhelming number of,
Feelings,
Emotions,
Left from back when,
Remnants from a time when,
The days still left us with,
Days provided us with,
These little things,
Small elements,
That kept us trying.
That motivated our efforts.
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