Invisible Thread
Unraveling the Invisible Threads of Despair
Lyrics
So this hallucination won't seem to loosen
The persistent illusion or vision is not easing up.
And you can't
Unable to.
Keep your chest from this heaving
Unable to control the rising and falling of your chest due to emotion or stress.
And I know you're tangled in invisible thread
Aware that you are entangled in something intangible yet influential.
Just pulling on
Merely tugging at.
The fabric of your head
The mental framework or thoughts.
Hold still my love
A request or command to remain calm, possibly affectionate.
Instantly enclosing you
Immediately surrounding you.
Spelling out the end of everything
Expressing the conclusion of everything, possibly in a symbolic way.
Tenderly you're receding
Gently withdrawing or diminishing.
Into the hands, into the hands
Transitioning into the care or control of innocent beings.
Of children
My lovely, I'm afraid it's too late
An expression of sorrow or regret over a missed opportunity or irreversible situation.
It seems
It appears.
The distance is just too great
The gap or separation is insurmountable.
And I know you're tangled in invisible thread
Awareness of being ensnared in an intangible yet compelling force.
Just pulling on
Merely tugging at the assurance or commitment to stay.
The promise that you'll stay
A request or command to remain calm, possibly affectionate.
Hold still my love
Instantly enclosing you
Immediately surrounding you.
Spelling out the end of everything
Expressing the conclusion of everything, possibly in a symbolic way.
Tenderly you're receding
Gently withdrawing or diminishing.
Into the hands, into the hands
Transitioning into the care or control of innocent beings.
Instantly enclosing you
Immediately surrounding you.
Spelling out the end of everything
Expressing the conclusion of everything, possibly in a symbolic way.
Tenderly you're receding
Gently withdrawing or diminishing.
Into the hands, into the hands
Transitioning into the care or control of innocent beings.
Of children
On the shore
At the edge of a body of water.
It seems the seasons only move to
It seems the passing of time only serves the purpose or convenience of change.
The interest of time
-It seems the seasons only move to
-The interest of
The purpose or convenience of change.
Time to mend our convalescent mind
Time to heal our recovering mind.
And we'll remove the sensor, dear
We will detach the monitoring device, darling.
And we'll be new next lunar year
We will be refreshed by the coming new year.
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