Up to Your Door
Journey to the Shore: A Tale of Struggle and Hope
Lyrics
Half past nine a sunny Friday morning
It's half past nine on a bright Friday morning.
Bags are packed ready to let go
The bags are packed and ready to be released or let go.
I’m a kid in a cool aircon car
The singer feels like a child in a comfortable, air-conditioned car.
I sing songs until we got far to the sea
Singing songs during the journey until they reach the sea.
Close to twelve trudging through the deep mud
Approaching midday, struggling through deep mud.
On the point mustn’t close my eyes
Feeling the need to stay alert or awake at the point.
I’m a kid from a land that’s shot down
Feeling like a child from a troubled or troubled area.
I’m a fish in a can that could drown in barf and tears
Feeling trapped like a fish in a container that could drown in vomit and tears.
We’re not both so damn close to promised land
Both individuals are not very close to reaching their intended or promised destination.
At the beach I almost reach the helping hand
At the beach, almost getting help but not quite.
From the floor we’ll be washed up to the sand
Anticipating being washed up onto the sand from the floor (possibly metaphorical).
Up to your door
The situation will lead up to your door.
Some facts are bad but undeniable
Some truths are unpleasant but undeniable.
We are together still separated
Despite being together, there's still a sense of separation.
Is it on me to react
Questioning whether it's the singer's responsibility to respond to the situation.
Or on me to decide
Contemplating whether the singer should make a decision.
Or on me to prevent
Thinking about whether the singer should prevent something.
Or to look helplessly
Feeling helpless and unable to act.
We’re not both so damn close to promised land
Both individuals are not very close to reaching their intended or promised destination.
At the beach I almost reach the helping hand
Almost receiving help at the beach, but it doesn't happen.
We’re not both so damn close to promised land
Both individuals are not very close to reaching their intended or promised destination.
At the beach I almost reach the helping hand
Almost receiving help at the beach, but it doesn't happen.
From the floor we’ll be washed up to the sand
Expecting to be washed up onto the sand from the floor (possibly metaphorical).
Up to your door
The situation will lead up to your door.
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