Lyrics
Do you see the truth so clear
Questioning if the truth is evident
Or are you just playing hard to get
Wondering if someone is intentionally being elusive
The things you said are all in a haze
Statements made are unclear and ambiguous
I'm breathing on my own
Feeling isolated and self-reliant
Close my eyes, try to look through
Attempting to gain insight with closed eyes
Silhouettes of dancers, the night is blue
Observing indistinct figures in the night
Still I'm waiting, waiting for you
Waiting patiently for someone
Show me the way, the way on through
Seeking guidance or direction
I'm not moving your world like before
Not having the same impact on someone's life as before
I'm not changing
Remaining unchanged
I can't go on
Expressing an inability to continue
My head is a house
Metaphorically describing the mind as a house
With all the windows shut
Isolating oneself from external influences
I said nothing seems that real to me
Perceiving reality as elusive or surreal
Bury the hatchet, we're closing in on time
Resolving conflicts as time progresses
I'm not the first one to go
Acknowledging not being the first to leave
Rooms full of losers, don't you see
Surrounded by unsuccessful individuals
Faces of fire show me what's real
Confronting intense emotions or realities
Oh how I long to see, long to see the, long to see
Expressing a strong desire to perceive something
Oh How I long to see what's missing right here
Longing to understand what is missing
I'm not moving your world anymore
No longer influencing someone's world
I'm not changing
Remaining consistent and unchanging
I can't go on
Feeling unable to continue
My head is a house
Reiterating the metaphor of the mind as a house
With all the windows shut
Isolating oneself mentally from the outside world
I said nothing seems that real to me
Perceiving a lack of reality or authenticity
I'm not moving your world anymore
No longer impacting someone's world
I'm not changing
Remaining consistent and unchanging
I can't go on
Expressing an inability to continue
My head is a house
Reiterating the metaphor of the mind as a house
With all the windows shut
Continuing to isolate oneself mentally
I said nothing , nothing seems that real
Reinforcing the perception of a lack of reality
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