Words Fail
Echoes of Unspoken Promises: Meteor Street's Poetic Revelation
Lyrics
Little ones I hope
Little ones, the speaker expresses hope for the younger generation.
We promise you a lot
A commitment is made to fulfill promises to the younger generation.
Little ones I hope
Reiteration of hope for the well-being of the younger ones.
That we follow through
Expresses the intention to follow through with the promises made.
Little ones you’ll learn
The younger ones will come to understand that words often fall short.
That words too often fail
Highlighting the inadequacy of words in certain situations.
Little ones in the end
Suggests that ultimately, the responsibility rests on the younger ones.
It just comes down to you
Emphasizes the significance of individual actions in the end.
Again
A recurring emphasis on the importance of the younger generation.
I can’t help thinking
The speaker acknowledges persistent thoughts.
I can’t help being in my head
An admission of being trapped in one's own thoughts.
I can’t help thinking that I’m stuck here til I’m dead
Expresses a feeling of being stuck in a situation until death.
And it gets caught, the lesson each generation we must learn
Points out the recurring nature of learning lessons across generations.
The end is bought with blood
Suggests that the ultimate price is paid with blood.
The precious kind we never earn
Describes a type of precious sacrifice that is not earned.
I thought when I was you
The speaker reflects on their past self and unfulfilled promises.
I would do the things I swore I’d do
Expected actions in a hypothetical situation are not carried out.
When the end came
Reference to anticipating the end and the speaker's reaction to it.
When it happened to me
Describes a realization that the speaker is facing the end.
But now the end is near
Expresses fear and vulnerability as the end approaches.
I’m cowering in fear
The speaker is overwhelmed by fear in the face of the approaching end.
Nothing but guilt that I’ve stockpiled
Feelings of guilt accumulate over a long period.
For a hundred fucking years
The speaker carries guilt for a significant span of time.
And it gets old I know my darlings
Acknowledgment that excuses and apologies become tiresome.
These excuses and these sorries
Despite weariness, apologies are all the speaker has.
But they're all I’ve got
Expressions of regret are limited to words and the physical body.
Just these words and this body
The speaker is left with words and their physical existence as means of apology.
This body
Reiteration of the limitations of the speaker's existence.
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