In essence, it's about human anger and its damages, as well as its affinity for causing blindness to life and goodness, and how that has roots in personal pain. It's not a justification, but rather just an innocent, open-hearted look at the experience from a couple of angles.
Enjoy. Lyrics below.
We argued about the weather
Didn’t cover much ground
You said the clouds weren’t there
I insisted on reason
We never got anywhere
Pre-chorus:
Well, it's the right time to remember
And it's the right place to remember
Chorus:
It’s like my eyes didn’t matter
You thought you owned everything
Hiding out in your shadows
With your shame hitting me
It’s like you couldn’t even see
All the beauty we could be
What was meant to be a harbour
Was just a tempest at sea
What was meant to be a harbour
Was just a tempest at sea
Now you’re stuck in all
The tangles of yourself
And I just barely got out
But I still look at you
Through the prism of memory
You’re just small, in need of help
(Copyright 2017)
xx,
Kay
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Hi! Here are some photos from a wild drive through Death Valley in 2016 in case you're interested in taking a look, or a cover of Sia's "Elastic Heart" I posted the other day.