Somewhere Trains
Journey through Shadows: Unveiling the Soul's Forgiveness in 'Somewhere Trains'
Lyrics
Shadows form a kind of litmus
Shadows serve as a revealing indicator or test
Testing my forgiveness
Testing my capacity to forgive
Be my witness
Asking for someone to be a witness to the experience
All night playing house with demons
Engaging in a prolonged struggle or conflict with inner demons
No one else can see them
These inner struggles are not visible to others
Let me be them
Expressing a desire to embody or understand those inner demons
Everything we love goes where it came from
Things we love return to their origins
For tonight, maybe once, we don't have to move on
Suggesting a temporary pause or exemption from moving forward
Somewhere trains never stop
Imagining a place where trains, symbolizing progress, never come to a halt
We don't have much left to talk about
Acknowledging a lack of significant topics for conversation
Maybe you and I can make it up
Proposing a possibility to mend or create something new
On the way home
Suggesting reconciliation or creation during the journey home
We don't have much left to talk about
Reiterating a dearth of substantial conversation topics
Maybe for tonight we're not alone
Contemplating a temporary escape from loneliness for the night
Stardust pouring out before us
Imagining stardust unfolding ahead, resembling an angelic choir
Like an angel chorus
Expressing a desire not to be bored by mundane experiences
Please don't bore us
Requesting to be captivated or entertained
Oh my old familiar beauty
Addressing something familiar that holds beauty
What have you don't to me?
Pondering the impact of this beauty on the speaker
What's come through me?
Questioning what has passed through or changed within the speaker
Everything we love goes where it came from
Reiteration of the cyclical nature of love
For tonight, maybe once, we don't have to move on
Suggesting a temporary exemption from moving forward
Somewhere trains never stop
Returning to the idea of an eternal place where progress never stops
We don't have much left to talk about
Acknowledging a lack of substantial conversation
Maybe you and I can make it up
Exploring the possibility of reconciliation during the journey home
On the way home
Reiterating a dearth of significant conversation topics
We don't have much left to talk about
Contemplating a temporary escape from loneliness for the night
Maybe for tonight we're not alone
Reiterating the possibility of not being alone for the night
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