Big Blue
Embracing Freedom: Soaring Into the Big Blue
Lyrics
So now let us sing of what remains
Reflecting on what remains to be sung about.
There shall be stillness in our hearts
Anticipating tranquility in our emotions.
There shall be a sweetness in our lives, bye and bye.
Expecting a positive change and joy in our lives.
There's a beach I know at the edge of the world,
Describing a remote beach at the edge of existence.
Mist rising up from the breaking waves
Depicting mist rising from the breaking waves.
Towards the cliffs, as green as god.
Describing cliffs as green as god.
We'll be flying for the sake of flying, singing for the sake of singing,
Expressing the joy of flying and singing without a specific purpose.
Looking back down on the lonely world - dive, dive, diving down
Recalling the experience of looking down on the world while diving.
Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves, gone are the doubts
Committing to losing oneself in the vastness of the ocean (big blue).
And the fear of falling - hate is a curse lifted from our shoulders,
Freedom from doubts and fear, with hate being lifted.
We never meant it in the way they thought.
Clarifying that their intentions were not as misunderstood.
If we hold our nerve, they will travel right over us;
Staying resilient in the face of challenges.
They'll be going so fast they will never even notice us.
Believing that their actions will go unnoticed due to speed.
We'll be flying for the sake of flying - singing for the sake of singing,
Reiterating the joy of flying and singing without a specific purpose.
Looking back down on the lonely world - dive, dive, dive
Revisiting the experience of looking down on the world while diving.
Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves, gone are the doubts
Recommitting to losing oneself in the vastness of the ocean.
And the fear of falling - hate is a curse lifted from our shoulders,
Reiterating freedom from doubts and fear, with hate being lifted.
We never meant it in the way they thought.
Restating that their intentions were not as misunderstood.
Time to die, and die, and die again; doors closing in empty houses;
Reflecting on the inevitability of death and closure.
Time to roll, and roll, and roll again - and all I hear is the diesel roaring.
Emphasizing the continuous cycle of moving forward.
Just like a people put to flight, all blown out in the endless dust storms,
Comparing people to being scattered in dust storms, seeking refuge.
Into the West and the rolling hills, to dive, dive, dive again and
Describing the journey into the West and rolling hills.
Into the big blue we shall lose ourselves
Reiterating the commitment to losing oneself in the vastness of the ocean.
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