Lyrics
As someone sets light to the first fire of autumn
Symbolic beginning of change, comparing the start of autumn to the ignition of something significant.
We settle down to cut ourselves apart
Choosing to confront and understand oneself, possibly through self-reflection or personal growth.
Cough and twitch from the news on your face
Physical reactions (cough, twitch) to unsettling news or information about oneself.
And some foreign candle burning in your eyes
Perceiving a foreign or unfamiliar emotion reflected in someone's eyes.
Held to the past, too aware of the pending
Stuck in the past but aware of an impending change or challenge.
Chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
Remaining calm despite the approaching challenges, using dawn as a metaphor for change.
Enter the fog another low road descending
Choosing a difficult path, perhaps avoiding comfort or familiarity.
Away from the cold lust, you house and summertime
Moving away from emotional coldness, a personal space, and the simplicity of summertime.
Blind to the last cursed affair, pistols and countless eyes
Unaware of the consequences of a past mistake or relationship, involving weapons and scrutiny.
A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
A trace of consequences (white blood) reveals the risky path one's choices are taking.
Feed 'til the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch
Continuing destructive behaviors until a positive element (sun) transforms into something lifeless (wood).
Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting love
Wasting time immersed in analyzing and criticizing love through lines of thought.
Your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
Symbolic connection through physical artifacts, possibly referring to a past relationship.
Offer me little but doting on a crime
Receiving minimal affection while fixating on a wrongdoing.
We've turned every stone and for all our inventions
Exploring every option or solution without finding resolution in matters of love and loss.
In matters of love loss, we've no recourse at all
Accepting that, in matters of love and loss, there is no remedy or solution.
Blind to the last cursed affair, pistols and countless eyes
Repetition of the theme of being unaware of the consequences of past actions, involving weapons and scrutiny.
A trail of white blood betrays the reckless route your craft is running
Reiteration of the consequences and risks associated with one's chosen path.
Feed 'til the sun turns into wood dousing an ancient torch
Continuing destructive behaviors until a positive element (sun) transforms into something lifeless (wood).
Loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting
Repeating the idea of losing oneself in overthinking and analyzing love.
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
Emphasizing the repetitive nature of getting lost in thoughts and analysis regarding love.
Lose yourself in lines dissecting
-Lose yourself in lines dissecting
-Lose yourself in lines dissecting
-Lose yourself in lines dissecting
-Lose yourself in lines dissecting
-Lose yourself in lines dissecting
-Lose yourself in lines dissecting love
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