Fall
Ethereal Reflections: Nectarine Girl and Zola Simone's Melodic Journey
Lyrics
We’re frozen in time
We are stuck in a moment of time, unable to progress.
Like petrified wood
Similar to wood turned into stone, we feel rigid and unchanging.
Don’t even mind
We don't care or bother about the situation.
If the creatures all looked
Regardless of appearances, we are indifferent to the beings around us.
Shrouded in colors
The environment is filled with various colors.
The place were we stood
This is the location where we used to be.
Vibrant and delicate
The surroundings are lively and fragile.
Like everything good
Everything good around us is vibrant and delicate.
You can keep the windows down
Despite the end of summer, keep the car windows open.
I know summers over
Acknowledging that summer has concluded.
I still want the windows down
Still desiring the windows down, possibly for a sense of freedom.
Cool breeze on my shoulders
Describing the sensation of a refreshing breeze on the shoulders.
Am I flying or falling or just delusional
Uncertainty about whether the experience is flying, falling, or a hallucination.
Well maybe for a moment I
Reflecting on a moment where the feeling of floating might have been real.
could have really been floating
A sense of disbelief or questioning the reality of the floating experience.
Never too cold and never too warm
Describing a climate that is neither too cold nor too warm.
Chilling embrace through cardigan holes
Experiencing a comforting feeling through the holes in a cardigan.
Comfort or thrill what scares you the most
Questioning whether comfort or excitement is more frightening.
Went to the orchard dressed like a ghost
Recalling an event where the speaker dressed like a ghost and went to an orchard.
You can keep the windows down
Reiteration of the desire to keep car windows open after summer.
I know summers over
Reaffirming the acknowledgment of the end of summer.
I still want the windows down
Continued desire for open windows, emphasizing a specific sensation.
Cool breeze on my shoulders
Repeating the description of a cool breeze on the shoulders.
Am I flying or falling or just delusional
Repeating the uncertainty about flying, falling, or hallucinating.
Well maybe for a moment I
Reiterating the possibility of genuinely experiencing floating for a moment.
could have really been floating
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