Verse 1 I asked you what was wrong You tossed and turned, said you'd let me know But I heard the fog in your tone And I don’t chase ghosts anymore
Verse 2 You said I’d be the first to know If your thoughts ever sorted themselves I said “okay” But inside, I already knew You were folding the map Before we even got to the road
Pre-Chorus I don’t live in confusion I built my house on clarity So when you drifted into vagueness I handed you the key— And walked
Chorus Another Misunderstanding Take all the time you need I’ll be over here in truth I don’t wrestle fog for answers Or decode silence into proof If you ever find what you’re looking for You’ll know where I stood But I won’t be waiting anymore
Bridge Three red flags a flying In a wind I’ve felt before I would've given you my world I didn’t block you out of anger The breeze closed this door Just like a storm I felt before
Verse 3 You say you're confused Like a hummingbird flying with a phoenix When that smoke clears But I’ve danced through fire before And I don’t flinch at broken hope Your silence felt rehearsed Like a line you’ve used before A soft mask of mystery Hiding a half-closed door I fly off like a Dove Not looking back at the storm
Verse 4 I’m not bitter, just awake And that’s a dangerous thing For someone who sees the pattern Before it completes the swing You had a shot at real But played it like a test I don’t chase potential I settle for nothing less
Chorus Another Misunderstanding Take all the time you need I’ll be over here in truth I don’t wrestle fog for answers Or decode silence into proof If you ever find what you’re looking for You’ll know where I stood But I won’t be waiting anymore
Bridge Three red flags a flying In a wind I’ve felt before I would've given you my world I didn’t block you out of anger The breeze closed this door Just like a storm I felt before
Outro Another Misunderstanding It was nice to know the version of you That almost showed up real Good luck in your search For something that feels
One night — cold, windy, the kind of night Chicago hands you without apology — our phone rang. His friend said something that felt both impossible and totally believable in that downtown melting pot.
“Get down to Buddy Guy’s Legends right now. We’re playing pool with Buddy and Eric Clapton.”
The wheel turns, the cycle spins,
etched deep in the marrow of time.
A clockwork dream we never questioned,
read with hollowed eyes in line.
January whispers illusions,
February sells hearts by the pound.
March hymns saving everlasting souls.
April weeps, but doesn’t drown.
I’m meltin’ away where the daylight bends •
I’m meltin’ away no start no end •
I’m meltin’ away dead or alive it’s all the same •
I’m meltin’ away the mirror laughs and forgets my name
Türkçe Şiir: Kenarında Dururken, Arizona çölünde gün doğumunun sessizliğinde yazılmış kısa bir şiirdir. Gökyüzünün renkleri, sabahın nemli havası ve yağmurdan sonra kreozot çalısının eşsiz kokusu, o anın huzurunu kelimelere dönüştürüyor.
The phrase "What's the point?" echoed in his mind—not as hopelessness, but as the fear that our most honest words will never be seen or understood. Then something unexpected happened. As he started writing back, the song slowly revealed itself.
Algunas palabras no llegan a los oídos; llegan al corazón. "Tus Palabras, Mis Heridas" nació de un encuentro inesperado entre dos almas que descubrieron que compartían heridas similares. A veces, las mejores canciones no se escriben... simplemente nos encuentran.
It feels almost unreal, three years in the making from a crown I didn’t want to throw away in the trash. Then comes that moment when the pineapple finally appears after years of waiting.
