Lyrics
I got the feeling it’s late..
I sense that it's getting late.
They worked their way in my soul
External influences have deeply affected my inner self.
Maybe I welcomed em in
Possibly, I allowed these influences into my life.
I feel like I’m in control
Despite appearances, I believe I have command over my situation.
But I can imagine, them taking me over
I can envision these influences taking control and disrupting my creative flow.
And breaking my flow
They have the potential to disturb my natural rhythm.
Is that a feeling you know?
Do you understand this sensation?
When you can get it if you really want
If you truly desire something, you can achieve it.
It’s buried somewhere in the bond
The desired outcome is hidden within the connection or relationship.
Pull apart, syncopate
Disassemble, create syncopation; there's no need to delay.
You don’t even have to wait
You have the freedom to act without seeking approval.
For no approval it’s yours to take
Claim what you desire; it's rightfully yours.
Is that something you know?
Is this concept familiar to you?
Nothing I say will ever set it in stone
My words won't solidify a commitment.
I’ll take it with my own goodwill
I'll accept it willingly on my terms.
Something to trade when we’re together alone
It becomes a bargaining chip when we're alone together.
But you only hear what you want to hear
You only comprehend what aligns with your desires.
(what do I underline)
(What should I emphasize or underline in this situation?)
I don’t know how to say it
I struggle to express it verbally.
You hear what you want to hear
Your perception filters what you want to hear.
I don’t know how to say it
I'm uncertain how to articulate it.
You hear what you want to hear
Your understanding is selective.
I got the feeling it’s late
Similar to the beginning, I sense it's getting late.
The key to the cage and I’ve been slow on the take
I possess the means to escape confinement but have been slow to act.
Go as it comes I got the deed to the estate
If allowed, we could clear out the space and potentially connect.
We’ll clean out the place if we could even relate
Understanding each other might be challenging.
The space in between has made the air within cold
The distance between us has created a cold atmosphere.
And how does it happen, don’t have to be matching
Is the unpredictable nature of our connection something you recognize?
A science so inexact is something you know?
Is the imprecise nature of this interaction a familiar concept?
And we’re both staring straight ahead
We both look straight ahead, avoiding direct communication.
Cos surely things are better said
Expressing things verbally is likely more effective.
Then and there, should we wait?
Should we wait for the right moment?
Heat of the moment we break
In the heat of the moment, we might break our current state.
We may as well be far away
We might as well be distant from each other.
Is that something you know?
Is this concept familiar to you?
Nothing I say will ever set it in stone
My words won't solidify a commitment.
I’ll take it with my own badwill
I'll accept it reluctantly on my terms.
Something to trade when we’re together alone
It becomes a bargaining chip when we're alone together.
But you only hear what you want to hear
You only comprehend what aligns with your desires.
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