Lyrics
I remember driving down the rutted roads late at night
I have a recollection of driving on bumpy roads late at night.
Following the summer moon, bright as any pair of headlights
I was following the bright summer moon, which was as luminous as headlights.
I felt the air on my face and the night pressed inside my palm
I experienced the sensation of air on my face, and the night felt close and tangible in my hand.
A moment captured in a place this memory stays strong
A moment from that journey is etched in my memory, and it remains vivid.
Oh my darling, oh my love
Expressing affection and emphasizing the significance of the experiences that shape us.
Oh my darling, oh my love
-Oh my darling, oh my love
-The things that we are made of
-And I remember feeling, I'm alive and in no need of saviors
I recall feeling alive and self-sufficient, not requiring any saviors.
If the past's another country, I'm at the border with my papers
If the past is a distant place, I find myself at its border with proper documentation.
Where is your heart if not inside you, where is home, or are you lost?
Raising questions about the location of one's heart, home, and whether feeling lost.
Where is love if not beside you?
Contemplating the essence of love being close to you.
I had no answers but they let me cross
Despite lacking answers, I was allowed to move forward.
Oh my darling, oh my love
Reiteration of affection and the profound impact of our composition.
Oh my darling, oh my love
-Oh my darling, oh my love
-The things that we are made of
-Like the silence of my shadow when the twilight world is calling
Describing the quietude of one's shadow when the evening beckons.
The loneliness that knows me by the cadence of my walking
Loneliness recognizes me by the rhythm of my steps.
And the scar upon my elbow and the sound of my own breathing
Acknowledging physical marks and the familiar sound of breathing.
My reflection in a window and the way I'm always leaving
Noting self-awareness in a window's reflection and the tendency to leave.
And I remember wishing for some other life than this one I've claimed
Recalling moments of yearning for a different life than the one chosen.
How often have I been convinced how eagerly I'd make that trade
Expressing how often the desire for a different life is strong.
Then all at once I see your face and the summer night and the open door
Suddenly encountering a significant moment with a face, a summer night, and an open door.
Dimmer now but not erased and I know what these are for
Although faded, the memory remains, and understanding dawns about the significance of these experiences.
Oh my darling, oh my love
Repetition emphasizing the enduring nature of love and the profound aspects shaping our existence.
Oh my darling, oh my love
-Oh my darling, oh my love
-Oh my darling, oh my love
-Oh my darling, oh my love
-Oh my darling, oh my love
-Oh my darling, oh my love
-The things that we are made of
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