Lyrics
There's a cold voice on the air,
Introducing a distant and cold presence in the atmosphere.
You've been looking everywhere,
Expressing a search for understanding from someone.
Someone to understand your hopes and fears,
Seeking empathy for one's hopes and fears.
Well I've thought about that for many long years.
Reflecting on this desire over an extended period.
So I walk through Manser's Shaw
Referencing a place named Manser's Shaw.
I don't see you anymore,
Noticing the absence of the person being addressed.
We love to think about the way things were,
Nostalgically thinking about the past.
But the time has come and I'm glad it's over.
Expressing relief that a particular time is over.
I don't know why I waste my time,
Questioning the value of investing time in something.
Getting hung up about the things you say
Frustration with dwelling on the words spoken by someone.
When I open my eyes and it's a lovely day,
Finding joy in the present despite concerns.
You know sometimes I feel like I'm,
Feeling overwhelmed by the weight of someone's words.
Getting snowded under with the things you say,
Sensing an emotional burden from the things said.
When I open my eyes and it's a lovely day.
Finding solace in the beauty of the day when opening one's eyes.
Now you think that you're alone,
Believing in one's solitude and returning home.
So you make your way back home,
Referencing the journey back to a familiar place.
I'd love to greet the weary traveller,
Expressing a desire to welcome a tired traveler.
But your time has gone and I'm glad it's over.
Acknowledging the end of a specific time frame.
I don't know why I waste my time,
Reiterating the questioning of time investment.
Getting hung up about the things you say
Expressing frustration over lingering on spoken words.
When I open my eyes and it's a lovely day,
Finding beauty in the day despite concerns.
You know sometimes I feel like I'm,
Feeling overwhelmed by the weight of words, echoing earlier sentiment.
Getting snowed under with the things you say,
Sensing a recurring emotional burden from spoken things.
When I open my eyes and it's a lovely day.
Finding solace again in the beauty of the day.
I don't know why I waste my time,
Repeating the questioning of time investment.
Getting hung up about the things you say
Expressing frustration with dwelling on spoken words.
When I open my eyes and it's a lovely day,
Finding joy in the present despite concerns, echoing earlier sentiment.
You know sometimes I feel like I'm,
Reiterating the sense of being overwhelmed by spoken things.
Getting snowed under with the things you say,
Feeling the emotional burden again from the things said.
When I open my eyes and it's a lovely day.
Finding solace once more in the beauty of the day.
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