Lyrics
5 o clock and the morning sun,
It's 5 o'clock in the morning, reflecting on oneself.
You’re thinking “What the hell have I become?”
Questioning personal identity and transformation.
Whatever happened to “waiting to happen”?
Reflecting on the lost anticipation of future events.
Well I guess sometimes you’re second to some
Acknowledging being secondary in certain situations.
Contemplate all the moments you wondered
Thinking about past moments of uncertainty.
Where’s the next place that you’re going to lay your head
Contemplating the next place to rest.
No surprise to me that you stumbled
Not surprised by stumbling onto a place to settle.
Onto some place to make your make your bed
Finding a place to make a bed.
And Oh,
Maybe I’ll hide for a while,
Considering hiding for a while.
I got the craving for,
Desiring something underground.
Sub-terranea
Reference to the underground, possibly symbolizing depth.
Maybe I will hide girl,
Expressing the intention to hide for a while.
Somewhere for a while,
Inviting someone to follow underground.
Won’t you follow me underground
Sharing secrets buried deep.
I’ll tell you all the secrets,
That were buried the deepest,
Revealing concealed secrets.
Just follow me underground
Encouraging someone to join in the hidden aspects.
We’re the masters of potential,
Claiming mastery of potential.
Keepers/creators of second bests,
Being creators of second bests, possibly settling for less.
Just let me know when your Pros all need a rest,
Offering an alternative when the best is unavailable.
I’ll send the next best thing
Sending the next best thing as a substitute.
And Oh,
Why do you look at me at so? It’s not my fault,
Questioning why someone is judging.
We’re not animals,
Rejecting the idea of being animals, asserting humanity.
We’re just underdogs
Identifying as underdogs, facing challenges.
Chorus
Now every single word you’ve ever said,
Every spoken word has a profound impact.
Has buried itself in a very special
Words have embedded themselves deeply.
That makes me want to separate the very
Expressing a desire to understand the differences.
Nature of our worlds are different and divided
Worlds are divided by lifted and scattered earth.
By the earth that’s been lifted and scattered by
The people that think we don’t matter
People who dismiss our significance by scattering earth.
I’m not trying to change history,
Not aiming to rewrite history.
All I wanted was for us to be a certain kind of free
Seeking a specific kind of freedom.
And have each our small victories,
Desiring individual victories.
Cause every time I hear the sound of someone who
Feeling pride in the voice of someone who was once lost.
Was lost but now has found a voice to scream out loud
I’m proud cause soon there won’t be place to hide
Anticipating a time when there is no place to hide.
Chorus
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