Colors We Dreamt
Emotions Painted in Unblended Colors
Lyrics
The pill I could swallow the first night
The pill symbolizes something difficult to accept or swallow, possibly a harsh truth or reality.
The room falling dark when you go home
The room getting dark upon returning home suggests a sense of loneliness or sadness.
The comments you laid under my mind
Comments left in the mind, indicating thoughts or words that have lingered and impacted deeply.
I hate to adore it
An internal conflict expressed, hating but also adoring something, reflecting a complex emotional state.
The way you say
The way someone expresses themselves, possibly with emotional nuances or hidden meanings.
The colors we dreamt were never gonna blend
Dreamed colors that were expected to blend but never did, symbolizing unfulfilled expectations or aspirations.
The way
A repetition, emphasizing the importance of the way something is said or expressed.
The polish came between our closing hands
Polish acting as a barrier between hands closing, possibly representing external influences hindering connection.
The toll of the hours wasted
The toll of wasted hours, suggesting regret or reflection on time lost.
Uncoiled like a TV wire
A simile describing a state of disarray or chaos, comparing it to an uncoiled TV wire.
Laid in the same position
Remaining in the same position, possibly indicating stagnation or a reluctance to change.
Don't wanna wait for it
An unwillingness to wait for something, expressing impatience or a desire for immediate gratification.
The way you say
A repetition, reinforcing the significance of how something is expressed or articulated.
The colors we dreamt were never gonna blend
Reiteration of the dreamt colors not blending, underscoring the theme of unfulfilled dreams or expectations.
The way
Emphasizing the impact of polish acting as a barrier between hands closing, potentially representing external interference.
The polish came between our closing hands
Repetition, reinforcing the idea of an obstacle (polish) affecting the connection between hands.
I washed our mornings in the rain
Mornings metaphorically washed in the rain, suggesting a cleansing or renewal, but also highlighting a sense of melancholy.
The way you say
Repetition, reinforcing the notion that dreamt colors were destined not to blend.
The colors we dreamt were never gonna blend
Reiteration of unfulfilled expectations, emphasizing the impossibility of dreamt colors blending.
The way
Repetition, highlighting the interference (polish) between closing hands.
The polish came between our closing hands
Repetition, underscoring the impact of polish as an obstacle between hands closing.
The way you say
Reiteration of the importance of how something is expressed, reinforcing its significance.
The colors we dreamt were never gonna blend
Reiteration of the theme that dreamt colors were never destined to blend.
The way
Repetition, emphasizing the role of polish as a hindrance between closing hands.
The polish came between our closing hands
Final repetition, highlighting the lasting impact of polish as a barrier between hands trying to close.
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