Lyrics
This time in between the day and the night
This moment exists in the transition between day and night.
The light kills my sense of life
The brightness of light diminishes my sense of living.
So scared, I'll turn it on, turn it on, turn it on
Feeling frightened, I contemplate turning something on repeatedly.
It's dull, this dusk, this desk, this dust
The atmosphere is uninteresting, the surroundings, work, and dirt.
My eyes adjust, I'll blow out the flame
Despite the dullness, my vision adjusts, and I extinguish a flame.
Can you and me remain
Questioning if a connection between you and me can endure.
Changes, I've never been good with change
Expressing difficulty coping with changes.
I hate it when it all stays the same
Disliking when everything remains constant.
Caught between the gold and the gain
Feeling torn between pursuing wealth and maintaining authenticity.
Changes, I've never been good with change
Reiterating the challenge of adapting to change.
I hate it when it all stays the same
Expressing frustration when things don't evolve.
Caught between the cold and the wave
Caught in a dilemma between the harsh reality and emotional turbulence.
My heart beats up again
Experiencing a resurgence of emotions as the heart beats again.
Once said, words make a world of their own
Highlighting the impact of spoken words in creating a separate reality.
I misread, I can't get you back on the phone
Misinterpreting and regretting the inability to reconnect over the phone.
So tired, I'll turn it off, turn it off, turn it off
Feeling fatigued and contemplating turning something off repeatedly.
How's that last week we were whole
Reflecting on a past time of unity.
You're far away and I hardly know
Distance and unfamiliarity in the present situation.
Can you and me delay
Questioning if a delay between you and me is possible.
Changes, I've never been good with change
Repeating the struggle with adapting to changes.
I hate it when it all stays the same
Expressing displeasure when situations remain stagnant.
Caught between the gold and the gain
Being torn between material gain and personal authenticity.
Changes, I've never been good with change
Reiterating the challenge of dealing with unchanging circumstances.
Troubled when it all stays the same
Feeling troubled when faced with a static environment.
I'm caught between this cold and the wave
Caught between the harsh reality and emotional turbulence once again.
My heart beats up again
Experiencing a renewed emotional response as the heart beats again.
Are you my trouble?
Pondering if you are the source of my troubles.
Are you my trouble?
Repeating the question, seeking clarity on the source of troubles.
Are you my trouble?
Continuing to question the origin of troubles.
Trouble
Simply stating "trouble."
Are you my trouble?
Repeating the inquiry about whether you are the cause of trouble.
Are you my trouble?
Continuing to question if you are the trouble.
Are you my trouble?
Repeating the query about whether you are the source of trouble.
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