Torches
Awakening Echoes: Embracing Longing and Liberation
Lyrics
On clearer days I can see the lights from my bedroom door,
Reflecting on clear days, observing lights from the bedroom door.
On windy nights I can smell the lake as it drifts to me from the shore
Sensing the lake's scent on windy nights drifting from the shore.
The traffic lights silently change a thousand times a day
Noticing the frequent, silent changes of traffic lights throughout the day.
But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting
Expressing impatience and waiting for something.
And if my hand could block the sun,
Ruminating on the potential to control or alter significant aspects.
Would we ever wake up?
Questioning whether such control would lead to awakening.
And if I turned back all these clocks,
Pondering the impact of reversing time by turning back clocks.
Would that be time enough? I can't remember exactly when this longing began
Indicating a longstanding desire, unsure of its origin.
But I know it wasn't before the day you touched my hand,
Pinpointing a significant moment as the beginning of a deep connection.
Laugh and shout in blissful daze and numbers are exchanged,
Recalling joyous moments, laughter, and the exchange of contact information.
But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting
Reiterating impatience and continuous waiting.
And if my hand could block the sun,
Revisiting the theme of sun-blocking, symbolizing control over circumstances.
Would we ever wake up? And if I turned back all these clocks,
Questioning whether reversing time would be sufficient for change.
Would that be time enough?
Raising the possibility of time as a remedy for unfulfilled desires.
So put your hands where I can see them,
Commanding transparency and honesty from others.
And shut your mouth, I know who you are,
Asserting knowledge about someone's identity in a world perceived as cold.
In a world void of feeling or heart I know that we are the torches in the dark
Claiming shared identity as torches in a seemingly dark world.
Let's break this down, let's make this count,
Calls for analysis and significance, emphasizing the importance of the moment.
Let's leave this one-horse town, no better time than now [repeat x2]
Advocating for leaving a stagnant environment without delay.
The angels dance like feathers float, they're here to see and to be seen,
Depicting ethereal, graceful movements of angels observing and being observed.
The clock strikes two, the music slows and each one slowly dons their wings,
Describing a shift in mood as the clock strikes two and wings are worn.
Once outside they all pair off and hand in hand they leave
Illustrating pairs leaving together, possibly symbolizing unity.
But I'm still waiting, yeah, and I'm still waiting
Reiterating impatience, emphasizing continuous waiting.
And if my hand could block the sun,
Returning to the theme of sun-blocking and its potential impact.
Would we ever wake up?
Questioning whether a change is achievable with personal intervention.
And if I turned back all these clocks,
Revisiting the idea of turning back time, contemplating its sufficiency.
Would that be time enough?
Reflecting on the potential adequacy of reversing time for change.
Will we ever wake up?
Persistently questioning the possibility of awakening.
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