747 (We Ran Out Of Time)

Kent's song '747 (We Ran Out Of Time)' is a haunting exploration of silence, time, and the emotional turbulence that accompanies them. The recurring motif of 'silence, like a whisper' sets a tone of introspection and unresolved tension. This silence is not peaceful but rather charged with unspoken words and emotions, suggesting a relationship or situation where communication has broken down. The whispering silence could symbolize the things left unsaid, the emotions suppressed, and the moments lost to time.

The lyrics also delve into the theme of time running out, as indicated by the title. The line 'Maybe tomorrow it won’t be here' reflects a sense of urgency and the fleeting nature of time. The mention of teaching 'new styles' tomorrow hints at a desire for change and renewal, but the underlying tone suggests that this change may never come. The phrase 'So shoot me down again, it won’t hurt when the killing is done by a friend' introduces a paradoxical comfort in familiar pain, implying that the emotional wounds inflicted by someone close are somehow more bearable.

The song's imagery of 'a violent whisper' and 'this time it’s for real' intensifies the sense of impending finality. The air-conditioned sound of speed could be a metaphor for the cold, mechanical passage of time, indifferent to human emotions. The repeated plea for silence to listen and the struggle to breathe highlight a suffocating emotional state. The final lines, 'Maybe this time it won’t heal, maybe this time it will bleed until I’m free,' suggest a longing for release, even if it comes through pain. This poignant narrative captures the essence of feeling trapped in a cycle of silence and emotional turmoil, yearning for a breakthrough that seems perpetually out of reach.