Into Dust
Whispers of the Unknown: A Journey through Mystical Footsteps and Colorful Dreams
Lyrics
Can you hear those footsteps down the hall?
Questioning if the listener can hear approaching footsteps.
Is it a spirit come to call?
Wondering if the footsteps belong to a spirit with a message.
With a message from the dead meant to blow apart my head
Speculating on the possibility of a message from the dead causing mental upheaval.
Or is it just my pussycat wearing love beads and a hat?
Pondering whether the sound is just a pet cat wearing unusual accessories.
I guess it's much to dark to tell if it's a cat or living hell I'll never know
Unable to discern if it's a cat or something more ominous in the darkness.
While the highway whispers promises of better things to come
Reference to the highway offering promises of a brighter future.
I'm searching through my dresser for another shot of rum
Searching for solace in alcohol while facing uncertain promises.
But sleep won't come to me tonight
Expressing difficulty in finding sleep despite the desire.
I walk the floor until the dawn
Restlessly pacing the floor until dawn.
And all at once the morning breaks and sleeplessness is gone
Relief as morning arrives, ending a sleepless night.
I'm left exhausted by the hall
Feeling drained and empty after the night's turmoil.
I guess there's nothing there at all except a footstep in my mind
Realizing there might be nothing significant in the disturbing footsteps.
Another restless thought goes blindly into dust
A restless thought fading away, turning into dust.
Can you see those colors on the hill like a kaleidoscopic thrill?
Asking if the listener can see vibrant colors on a hill.
With a message from on high setting fire to my eye
Wondering if the colors bring a divine message or if they are alcohol-induced illusions.
Or am I dizzy from the beer with my eyesight gone unclear?
Uncertain vision due to the influence of alcohol.
I guess it's much too bright to see if it's God or only me I'll never know
Unable to determine if the brightness is divine or personal.
While the softness of you hand in mine reminds me of a time
Reflecting on the softness of a hand, reminiscent of happier times.
When the only key to happiness was one more glass of wine
Recalling a time when happiness seemed simple, linked to alcohol.
But now I'm looking into years that age and time will soon fulfill
Contemplating the approaching years and what they hold.
And wondering what lies beyond that multicolored hill
Wondering about the future beyond a metaphorical multicolored hill.
Is it a city made of gold or just a landscape growing old?
Pondering if the future holds riches or just aging landscapes.
Are they just colors in mind?
Questioning the reality of the colors as just mental illusions.
Another restless thought goes blindly into dust
Another restless thought fading away, turning into dust.
Is it a city made of gold or just a landscape growing old?
Repeating the contemplation of a city of gold or aging landscapes.
Are they just colors in mind?
Reiterating the uncertainty of the colors being just in the mind.
Another restless thought goes blindly into dust
Another restless thought fading away, turning into dust.
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