Lyrics
Uhh, we're weightless underneath
We experience a feeling of weightlessness.
You whispered so light on your feet
You spoke softly, almost floating on your feet.
Never saw what you could see
You had a unique perspective that others didn't notice.
Time flies nowhere, yet again
Time seems to pass without a clear direction.
It's changing the touch of your hand
Time affects the way your touch feels.
Will we ever stand a chance?
Questioning the possibility of success or positive outcome.
Where did you go
An inquiry about someone's whereabouts.
You're out of my head
The person is no longer occupying the speaker's thoughts.
Fools in feathers, lying there
People with foolish behavior lying together, perhaps in a vulnerable state.
Next to each other so close and sealed
Close proximity and sealed connection with each other.
No one saw who we became
Transformation not witnessed by others.
Lost recordings make their way
Important experiences or memories have been lost.
Went to the burrows and back
A journey to unfamiliar places and back.
In time, for our legs to find their way
Time passed, allowing the legs to find their way.
But where did you go
Repeating the inquiry about someone's whereabouts.
You're out of my head
The person is no longer occupying the speaker's thoughts.
How could you know
Questioning how someone could have known something.
That I'll never forget?
An assurance that the speaker will never forget.
Here, you said
Referring to a moment where something was said.
As you put a feather in my hand
A symbolic gesture of putting a feather in the speaker's hand.
Feel this when you're world is sinking through the sand
Encouraging the feeling of weightlessness during challenging times.
Uhh, we're weightless underneath
Reiteration of the sense of weightlessness.
You whispered so light on your feet
Repeating the image of someone speaking softly while floating.
Never saw what you could see
Reiteration of a unique perspective not fully realized by others.
Time flies nowhere, yet again
Repetition of the idea that time doesn't have a clear direction.
It's changing the touch of your hand
Repetition of the idea that time affects the sense of touch.
Will we ever stand a chance?
Continuation of the questioning about the possibility of success.
Where did you go
Repeating the inquiry about someone's whereabouts.
You're out of my head
The person is no longer occupying the speaker's thoughts.
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