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read between the lines
reaching for the other side Red Eyesby SWITCHFOOT What are you waiting for, the day is gone? I said I'm waiting for dawn What are you aiming for out here alone? I said I'm aiming for home Holding on Holding on With red eyes What are you looking for? With red eyes Red eyes All of my days are spent within this skin Within this cage that I'm in Nowhere feels safe to me, nowhere feels home Even in crowds I'm alone Holding on Holding on With red eyes What are you looking for? With red eyes Red eyes With red eyes What are you looking for? With red eyes Red eyes Every now and then I see you dreaming Every now and then I see you cry Every now and then I see you reaching Reaching for the other side (What are you waiting for?) (What are you waiting for?) What are you waiting for? With red eyes What are you looking for? With red eyes Red eyes With red eyes What are you looking for? With red eyes Red eyes (fade back to soundbites from first track) -- march to april has been the craziest month of impulse-driven events that i can recall...so much has happened that my physical diary reads like a page-turning novel. a friendship bloomed and shrivelled in a month. my desire to serve again in the worship ministry got fulfilled. i heard more rumours about me in two of those weeks than i ever heard in my one year of work thus far. things happened in my life that i never thought possible. and at the end of it all, i felt so alone in the crowds i was with. friends by virtue of affiliation. i was vocalising this thought two saturdays ago in resignation...and then i chanced upon this song with an unusually hopeful melody for lyrics on what is generally considered a sad act. thank you switchfoot for going back to your nothing is sound roots. hello hurricane is turning out to be my next remedy. |
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