Letters from the Wasteland
Lost in Desolation: Echoes of Abandonment
Lyrics
Now coming down out of this swan dive to your arms
Descent from a challenging situation into a comforting embrace.
I make no sounds when I move through your reservoirs.
Moving silently through emotional reservoirs without making a sound.
But I wake up quick, and I wake up sick as you abandon me into these fields of rank and file.
Awakening abruptly and feeling abandoned in a regimented environment.
Through this cloud I hear you breathing.
Hearing the presence of someone close amid a cloud of uncertainty.
Through these bars I watch them bring more in.
Observing others being brought in, possibly confined by barriers.
Now I send back letters from the wasteland home.
Expressing communication through letters from a desolate place.
I slow dance to this romance on my own.
Dancing alone in the solitude of a romantic experience.
It may be two to tango but, boy, it's one to let go.
Acknowledging the complexity of a relationship and the difficulty of letting go.
It's just one to let go.
Emphasizing the challenge of releasing oneself from a relationship.
Now, boy, keep still don't spread yourself around.
Advising to remain composed and not to spread oneself too thin.
Get back in line, eat your bread, and just work the plow.
Encouraging adherence to societal norms and responsibilities.
'cause you're not through they're not done with with you.
Implying that challenges persist and one is not exempt from setbacks.
Did you think you were the only one that's been let down?
Highlighting shared experiences of disappointment and letdown.
So sleep tight, little boys of the new damned.
Addressing individuals as the "new damned," facing a collective struggle.
Another drop in the tidal wave of quicksand.
Referencing a continual influx of challenges akin to quicksand.
Now I send back letters from the wasteland home.
Continuing to communicate from a desolate place through letters.
I slow dance to this romance on my own.
Persisting in solitary romantic experiences through dance.
It may be two to tango but, boy, it's one to let go.
Reiterating the difficulty of letting go in a relationship.
It's just one to let go.
Reinforcing the challenge of releasing oneself from emotional ties.
Now another bad idea gets through
Introducing a negative idea progressing down a destructive path.
down the assembly line to you.
Describing the transmission of a harmful concept to an individual.
You're every bridge I should have burned,
Labeling someone as a connection that should have been severed.
every lesson I've unlearned,
Characterizing accumulated mistakes and unlearning valuable lessons.
in this smoke filled waiting room
Setting the scene in a confined, tense atmosphere.
with incarcerated lovesick fools
Waiting among imprisoned and lovesick individuals in a challenging situation.
I wait for you to cut me loose.
Longing for release and freedom from the current emotional state.
But till then I send back letters from the wasteland home.
Continuing to communicate through letters despite the challenging circumstances.
Last slow dance to this romance on my own.
Engaging in a final dance alone in the midst of a romantic experience.
It may take two to tango but, boy, it's one to let go.
Reiterating the difficulty of letting go in a relationship.
From the wasteland home I slow dance to this romance on my own.
Concluding with a solitary dance in the desolate environment.
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