in transit
In Transit: A Journey of Self-Discovery and Hidden Desires
Lyrics
Imagine if my first thought
Contemplating the possibility of a different initial thought or perspective.
On a cold drive south to the city
Reflecting on a cold journey heading south to the city.
Wasn't another damsel daydream of intimacy
Imagining a scenario where the first thought isn't a daydream of intimacy.
Another heartache hero rescue
Envisioning a recurring theme of being a hero who rescues from heartaches.
Another cry into your shoulder
Recalling another moment of seeking solace, crying on someone's shoulder.
Another "hush, it's fine, come lie with me a while"
Describing a familiar reassurance, urging to lie together in comfort.
Instead, I film private movies
Choosing to capture private moments in mental "movies" rather than experiencing reality.
In which I am your first thought
Imagining scenarios where the speaker is the first thought in someone else's mind.
In which I'm lover, neighbour, everything
Wishing to play various roles in someone's life, being everything to them.
And I hold my own hand
Emphasizing self-reliance by holding one's own hand.
Skin on glove, fingers laced together
Describing a tactile connection, trying to make it feel distinct and special.
To make sure it feels different this time
Expressing a desire for a different experience, possibly in relationships.
My wishful school-bus thought is your attention
Desiring attention and recognition, symbolized by a wishful school-bus thought.
Your fingers on my wrist, searching for a pulse
Imagining physical contact, someone searching for the speaker's pulse.
Your hands that graze my forearm as you pull up on the blanket
Detailing an intimate moment with hands grazing the speaker's forearm.
And tell me "everything looks different in the sun"
Recalling a moment where someone suggests a change in perspective due to sunlight.
I make do with self-acceptance
Accepting oneself and finding solace through self-acceptance.
A little prayer and absolution
Mentioning a coping mechanism involving prayer and seeking forgiveness.
It's fine, because it never truly happened
Acknowledging events as if they never happened, possibly for emotional protection.
So I'll live for public transit
Choosing to live for public transit, emphasizing a journey or process.
For my cold drives south to the city
Repeating the idea of a cold journey south to the city, possibly as a metaphor.
And I'll hold my gloved hand tightly, and with tenderness
Emphasizing self-care and tenderness, holding one's own gloved hand.
And I'll cling to secret grief of recognition
Expressing a hidden sorrow or pain that is kept private, seeking recognition.
My empty fingers searching for a pulse
Describing a state of emptiness and a search for connection, possibly emotional.
And I'll wait for someone's song to break the silence
Anticipating a moment of revelation or understanding through someone's song.
And tell me "everything looks different in the sun"
Expecting a change in perspective, influenced by someone's words in the sunlight.
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