Lyrics
I can feel the mystery
I sense something mysterious or enigmatic.
But I can't play it
I am unable to engage with or understand it fully.
Grey as the children are grey
The atmosphere or mood is somber, much like the demeanor of children.
My thoughts are grim, polluted as I am
My thoughts are dark and contaminated, reflecting my own struggles.
Walking out one summer noon
Recalling a specific moment, walking out during a summer noon.
So soon
Reflecting on the brevity or transience of the mentioned moment.
How will the weather bring
Anticipating the impact of weather conditions.
Sing like the children have sung
Expressing a desire to sing with the innocence and joy of children.
High as the stars are hung
Comparing the height or intensity of emotions to the vastness of stars.
I vanish before I go
Feeling a sense of disappearance or fading away before departing.
I have written with a rope
Describing a form of communication, possibly expressing distress.
Wrapped around my throat
Symbolizing a suffocating or restrictive situation, possibly self-imposed.
Loomed like an island
Describing a state of isolation or detachment, like being on an island.
Dope hooked and cycloned
Alluding to the influence of drugs and chaotic emotions.
Honey-combed my heart in love
Using the metaphor of a honeycomb to describe a heart filled with love.
And from above
Emphasizing the perspective from above, possibly a divine or elevated view.
Every cemetery
Referring to every graveyard, a place associated with death.
Against the bloom
Contrasting with the concept of blooming, possibly symbolizing life.
Rattle the pigs, visit the silence
Mentioning disturbance or disruption, possibly social or emotional.
Waking up an open wound
Describing a painful awakening or realization.
I can feel the mystery
Reiterating the feeling of mystery, echoing the initial sentiment.
But I can't play it
Reiterating the inability to comprehend or engage with the mystery.
Grey as the children are grey
Reiterating the somber mood, likening it to the demeanor of children.
My thoughts are dim, polluted as I am
Reiterating the dark and contaminated nature of thoughts.
Walking out one summer noon
Revisiting the image of walking out during a summer noon.
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