Stand Straight
Reflections on Time Lost and Unfulfilled Yearning
Lyrics
Would you call it isolation or just a delusion when a girl won't bat her eye
Questioning whether a girl's indifference is isolation or a self-created illusion.
I'd give the money in my pocket for just a second or a little piece of time
Expressing a willingness to sacrifice for a brief moment or fragment of time.
Yeah the rooms grown empty and the fires gone cold from months without use
Describing an empty room and extinguished fire due to neglect over months.
And It's hard to start a fire and keep it going when you're worried of the truth
Highlighting the difficulty of maintaining a fire when avoiding confronting the truth.
Wasted time
Reflecting on time wasted.
No more to kill
Expressing a desire to cease wasting time without causing harm.
When I called out for something like pillars of gold just a shining through the sky
Recalling a desire for something valuable but receiving no response.
There was nothing in return no wink or knock just a heavy mournful sigh
Receiving no positive response, only a heavy, mournful sigh.
So I wasted not a second just running around with tails asking for pay
Acting without hesitation, seeking reward but facing regret.
Just shoved my pockets full of my hands and faced my regret again
Filling pockets and confronting regret with open hands.
Wasted time
Reiterating the idea of wasted time.
No more to kill
Emphasizing the end of harming or killing time purposelessly.
I thought I saw it coming when I was young and the times were to ease
Anticipating challenges in life when young and carefree.
Though a brown haired daughter with Irish decent I took to staying with
Choosing a particular path involving a brown-haired daughter of Irish descent.
But I traded what I had with what I was missing and straddled all my woes
Trading what one has for what is missing, carrying the burden of sorrows.
With a brand on my mind of a girl just waiting as I wandered through the cold
Imagining a girl waiting while wandering through cold experiences.
Wasted time
Repeating the theme of time being wasted.
No more to kill
Asserting a commitment to stop harming or killing time.
There's nothing in a sunday no ringing bells no songs to cheer me up
Expressing the insignificance of Sundays without joy or purpose.
It's a waste of a breath or time of mine to keep on traveling on
Considering the futility of continuing a journey.
Well it's not the want it's something I do I just can't seem to go
Stating an inability to go on despite the desire to do so.
As I stand straight and I guess I'm meant to stay still I suppose
Describing standing straight, perhaps indicating acceptance of one's current state.
Wasted time
Reiterating the idea of time being wasted.
No more to kill
Declaring an end to purposelessly killing time.
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