Lyrics
It's been years
Reflecting on the passage of time
Since we carved our names
Recalling a shared experience of marking names
On a clocktower door
Specific memory of engraving on a clocktower door
Before everything changed
Referencing a pivotal moment before significant changes
We were big eyed boys
Describing the past as a time of innocence
With the salt on our skin
Evoking the tactile sensation of salt on the skin
And we'd throw our kites to the wind
Recollecting carefree moments of flying kites
And they'd fly on and on and on and on
Emphasizing the continuity of time and memories
On and on and on and on
-On and on and on and on
-It's been years
Transitioning to another time period in the narrative
Since we whispered soft
Recalling moments of soft whispers in the past
With the torch light on
Setting the scene with torchlight and darkness
And the big light off
Noting a change in lighting conditions
We were tired boys
Expressing weariness or fatigue in the present
With the soap on our skin
Describing a ritual involving soap before sleep
And we'd fall asleep to the wind
Recalling falling asleep to the sound of the wind
And we'd dream on and on and on and on
Continuing the theme of dreams and their persistence
On and on and on and on
-On and on and on and on
-'Cause we're circles
Introducing the metaphor of circles to symbolize life's cycles
We're circles you see
Affirming the cyclical nature of existence
We go round round the sun
Comparing life's journey to the orbit of the sun
In and out like the sea
Highlighting the ebb and flow of life akin to the sea
I'll circle round you
Expressing a reciprocal relationship with someone
You will circle round me
Describing a mutual, continuous connection
And in years
Shifting the narrative to a future perspective
When the torch light thins
Anticipating changes in the environment and relationships
And the clock tower's gone
Imagining the disappearance of a significant landmark
And the big light dims
Envisioning a fading of a metaphorical "big light"
We'll no longer be boys
Acknowledging the inevitable transition to adulthood
We'll have lines on our skin
Noting the physical signs of aging with lines on the skin
And they'll throw our dust to the wind
Contemplating mortality and the dispersion of remains
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