Song Description
Loosing your own identity in a realtionship and knowing you shouldn't be in it, but unable to figure out where to go. Recalling a specific time when you felt this loneliness and lack of direction.
| Song Length |
3:53 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Country - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Gloomy |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Loneliness |
| Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Black and blue the color of my shirt the blue belongs the black is from a renegade spoon
There on the table where dessert is being shared and I excuse myself while you make no attempt to hide your stare
And the corridor is longer than I?d like
I dodge the door that?s swinging wide
A few more steps and down there on the right
But it?s no consolation there in the comfort station
No consolation in the comfort station
No consolation
Salt and sand I taste them through the window the salt I don?t mind the sand is getting in my eyes
And that road back home is longer than I?d like
I curse the car that?s swinging wide
A few more yards and down there on the right
But it?s no consolation here in the comfort station?Farther from my destination