Lyrics
By the roadside shrine there's a place
At a roadside shrine, there's a location.
Selling bouquets of cellophane
A place selling bouquets wrapped in cellophane.
That's where they meet in this desolate place
People meet in this desolate place.
And the more they see the more they say
As they witness more, they express more.
Thrown like two winter roses into a broken vase
Metaphor: They are like two winter roses placed in a broken vase.
They're playing the hand they play
They are navigating the situation they are in.
Caught in the game they made
They are entangled in the consequences of their own choices.
She puts her faith in the moment
She trusts the current moment.
Outsiders
They identify as outsiders, individuals who exist outside mainstream norms.
He puts his faith in the moment
He also trusts the current moment.
Outsiders
Reiteration of their identity as outsiders.
And his clothes are covered in dew
His clothing is damp with dew.
As she writhes in twisted sheets
She is contorting in tangled sheets.
Feel the pulse and the power of you
Feel the pulse and potency of the other person.
And what you see isn't what's underneath
Appearances can be deceiving; what is visible may not reflect the true nature.
They're playing the hand they play
They continue to navigate the situation they are in.
Caught in the game they made
Entangled in the consequences of their own created game.
She puts her faith in the moment
She continues to trust the current moment.
Outsiders
Reiteration of their identity as outsiders.
He puts his faith in the moment
He also trusts the current moment.
Outsiders
Reiteration of their identity as outsiders.
Outsiders
(Repetition of "Outsiders" emphasizing their identity)
Outsiders
-Outsiders
-Outsiders
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