Story Behind the Song
The volume levels were a bit uneven on this one. At one point it gets very loud, but it then gets softer again, even though it is at a fuller part in the song. Just listen, you'll know.
Lyrics
The loss of less and losing more:
Of all the things you gave away,
Of all those that led you astray,
Could one thing more have tipped the scale,
And stayed until your dying day.
Of all the strangers that you meet,
Could you tell me why it happened to be,
That all of those knowing left un-assured,
And the only stranger left was me?
Boarded up inside the past,
Nothing stays, nothing lasts,
So why keep the sea and move to land,
Watch all your days deplete so fast.
There are reasons tomorrow will come:
To give the regrets of today.
There are reasons the sun will show:
To relate to the darkening days.
There’s a point made for thousands who die,
When you step but never forward.
There’s a point made: for whom we die,
We never seem to live for.
(I can’t let go, I can’t deny,
I can’t leave back or say goodbye.
All wishes made, all desperate cries,
The only stars have cleared the sky.
Look for a path, look for a way,
To fashion life without the pain,
And dance with all upon my grave,
He’s one that could never be saved.)
Can’t forgive and won’t forget,
The actions gone and those that yet
Have come to be a factor which
Could easily factor regret.
And why would one be stubborn for
The loss of less and losing more?
And anyone would be the same
When so introverted-ly borne.
Open arms for something else
To end upon and wake the spell,
Of times that came and went away,
Of nightmarish scenes known all to well.
There are reasons that we can’t explain:
Why fortune’s so misunderstood.
There are reasons that we can’t retain:
Why misfortune is so understood.
(My chest it moves so rapidly,
From up and down, but still can’t breath.
Filled with hate and filled with greed,
Breathing’s the last thing we’ll need.)
(You can’t save yourself, no matter how hard you try)
Why can’t you come to burry this,
Deeply cast off, slowly dismiss,
And you can’t do yourself any good
Out to preserve and reminisce.
And you can’t disregard, and you can’t disguise,
The marching pulse and bloodshot eyes.
And breath of lifeless empathy,
My frozen hands, my failing knees,
And why is it that whenever I scream,
You won’t turn your head, you won’t even seem,
Alive to me now, if ever you did,
‘Cause it’s wrong to go thinking;
It’s wrong of us to dream.
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