Spider's Fence
Dance Beyond Goodbye: Unveiling Life's Transitions
Lyrics
Nothing lasts forever, forever don't last long,
Nothing is permanent; the concept of forever is fleeting.
It is over in a heartbeat--
Things end abruptly, swiftly, like the beating of a heart.
Over with the singin' of a love song.
Closure comes quickly, often with the conclusion of a love song.
Angles in the canvas try to minimize the threat,
Efforts to downplay or reduce the danger in life's canvas.
And time's a lovely filter,
Time serves as a gentle sieve, filtering and fading memories.
And I can still recall the fears that I felt.
Recollection of past fears lingers despite the passage of time.
Chorus: Dance your way through the spider's fence,
Encouragement to navigate challenges gracefully, akin to dancing through a difficult situation.
And never look Medusa in the eye;
Caution against confronting challenges directly, using the metaphor of not looking Medusa in the eye.
You might call it something else,
Suggesting that the experience might be labeled differently by others.
But no matter what you call it, it's goodbye, yeah--
Regardless of the label, the essence is bidding farewell.
I saw the image in the mirror, didn't recognize myself,
Seeing an unfamiliar reflection, indicating a profound personal change.
Severed from a childhood and it seemed like someone else,
Feeling disconnected from childhood, as if becoming a different person.
Picked up all the pieces, put that box back on the shelf,
Recovering from challenges, putting the past away, and moving forward.
And just kept goin' on, I kept goin' on;
Emphasis on resilience and persistence, continuing despite difficulties.
Just kept goin' on, yeah yeah yeah, I kept goin' on.
Reiteration of perseverance and moving forward despite obstacles.
I opened up that closet, and here I stand again,
Opening up to the past, confronting memories and experiences.
Doesn't look so bad now,
Realizing that past challenges don't seem as daunting in hindsight.
And all my years of exile seem so well spent;
Reflection on the value of time spent away from what was once familiar.
I thumbed through yellowed pages, the books I used to read,
Browsing through memories, revisiting the literature of the past.
Tryin' on an old suit,
Trying on past experiences, perhaps evaluating their impact on the present.
And all those broken promises that would never keep.
Acknowledging unfulfilled promises and commitments.
Chorus:
Reiteration of the chorus, emphasizing navigating challenges and saying goodbye.
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