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The Story Behind the Song
Time keeps marching on, I still find myself trapped
By memories that confuse my sanity
Between the dream of dying by your side
And the pain of everything being forgotten
It's a story lost in a lake
Many hands helped sink it
And neither you nor I could save it
Maybe because we never understood
The relationship between freedom and loneliness
The story behind the song
Speaks of a time when
Body and soul weren't enough between us
The song just says goodbye
Now I see my empty hands behind the curtain
Demanding to be given life
Searching for an explanation for a love song
To the seagull that flew to another sky
After a while, one learns
The subtle difference between squeezing a hand and chaining a soul
Accepting your defeats with your head held high
And your eyes wide open
To look from afar, standing without fears
At the serene flight of the seagull that flew to another sky
The story behind the song
Speaks of a time when
Body and soul weren't enough between us
The song just says goodbye