Letting Go

Embracing Shadows: The Bittersweet Journey of Letting Go
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Lyrics

It's time to let you go

Expressing the need to release someone or something.

In the dark, I'm waiting in the cold

Waiting in a challenging and uncomfortable situation.

You know

Acknowledgment of understanding.

Full night drive's pretty far

Reference to a long night drive.

Then again, pretty close

Contrasting perspectives on distance, highlighting ambiguity.


It's time to let you go

Reiteration of the decision to let go.

The fire's for the lies you never want to know

The intensity of emotions and hidden truths revealed by fire.

But we know

A shared knowledge of undisclosed realities.

And the marks on the walls

Marks on the walls as a metaphor for past experiences.

I can sense some fire getting close

Sensing the approach of a significant event or change.

In the lonely night

A reference to a period of solitude and reflection.

Fire's getting low, you don't really know

The diminishing intensity of a situation, not fully perceived.

'Til you know

Understanding the truth only when it becomes evident.


Now I don't know

Uncertainty or lack of knowledge about a situation.

In the lonely night

Repetition of the theme of loneliness at night.

Cars getting close

The approach of external factors or influences.

Fire's getting low

The diminishing significance or impact of a situation.

Do you really know

Doubt about the depth of understanding or awareness.


All your songs well they touched me to

Recognition of the emotional impact of songs.

Bitter core

A bitter and essential core within.

Head like a drone

Comparing one's mindset to a drone, possibly monotonous.

We're not getting young

A reflection on aging and the passing of time.

No, tonight I walk with these heavy thoughts

Carrying burdensome thoughts during a night walk.

They're getting old

The accumulation of burdens and experiences.

There's your counting on

Reference to counting or relying on someone.


When this body's a waste of blood

The body as a vessel for emotions and experiences.

Read the braille on the aching skies

Metaphorically reading the pain in the sky.

Feverish dreams needing cyclical thoughts

Dreams marked by intensity and recurring patterns.

You'll be somewhat close to those

Being close to challenging experiences.


Are we defined by blood

Exploring the impact of one's heritage or origins.

The tale of raging skies

A narrative of turbulent and intense life experiences.

I was never one to get a lesson

Not conforming to conventional learning.

It's hard to know

The difficulty of understanding or making decisions.

It's time to let go

A final affirmation of the need to release.

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