Kuroi Ledge
A Lot Like Birds Lyrics

The cool air
The singer is currently feeling cool air which has reminded them of something.

Takes me back,
The cool air has taken the singer back in time to a memory.

Just for a moment,
The singer was only able to experience this memory for a brief moment.

And I spent it all without realization.
The artist was lost in their memories and did not realize the time passed.

I have to go back.
The artist wants to go back to the time they were reminded of.

It's not fair.
The singer feels that something is unfair.

I wish that time would stop for me,
The singer wants time to stop so they can stay in the present moment.

Just this once,
The artist only wants time to stop this one time.

But it never will, so run it off.
The artist knows time will not stop, so they have to keep moving forward.

I'm still here.
The artist acknowledges that they are still in this present moment.

I know you're waiting for me past the doorway
The singer is aware that someone is waiting for them on the other side of a door.

And if it's you that's haunting me, say something.
The artist wonders if the person waiting for them is the one who has been haunting them.

If it's you that's haunting me, just speak.
The singer wants the haunted feeling to stop and for the person standing on the other side of the door to speak up.

I've come this far with a different map in each of my hands.
The singer has come far in their journey with different goals in mind.

They're drawn completely from memory.
The singer has relied on memory to create their path in life.

One takes me home, one takes me nowhere in particular.
The paths that the artist has chosen sometimes lead them home, and sometimes to nowhere in particular.

I always seem to pick the path with all the shortcuts open
The artist always chooses the path with the quickest and easiest route.

And the lines and the circles more steadily drawn.
The singer chooses the paths that seem the most clear and direct.

(I guess there's only one more way to go.)
The singer suggests that they only have one path left to choose.

I always seem to say the things that I had promised I would leave unspoken
The artist often speaks up about things they had vowed to keep quiet about.

And act surprised when they come tumbling out into the air and sounding wrong.
The artist often reacts with surprise when the things they say do not come out the way they intended.

(We've all been way too far away, from home.)
The artist suggests that everyone has at some point been away from where they consider to be home.

I never thought of what would happen if I ever found the gate closed,
The singer never considered the possibility of a path being blocked off and inaccessible.

Tethered in rusted thread and iced over blue and grey from the cold.
The gate is described as being old and cold and rusted shut.

(It's time to break off all those chains of old.)
The singer suggests that it is time to let go of old behaviors and habits.

But the gate holds, allowing entrance to the wind and smaller leaves and I am stuck now, homebound.
The gate is still closed, but allows for smaller things to pass through. The singer feels trapped and unable to proceed.

(I guess there's only one more way to go.)
Again, the singer suggests that they are down to their last available path.

Can I turn back?
The artist wonders if they can go back and change their path.

Is it too late?
The artist questions whether or not it is too late to change their path.

Is there some place I belong?
The singer questions where they truly belong.

Is there any place to call a home?
The singer questions whether or not they have a place to call home.

I guess there's only one real way to know.
The artist believes that the only way to know is to continue moving forward.

Is this the only way?
The artist questions if they have any other options.

As shallow as the water is, it swallows me.
The artist feels consumed by their current situation, even if it seems shallow and insignificant.

And I can't stop looking at the world around me solemnly.
The singer is unable to look away from what is happening around them, and does so with a sense of sadness or seriousness.

As we stand here in the fallen leaves,
We is used to indicate that another person is present with the artist.

Will you promise me, just promise me
The singer is requesting a promise from the person they are with.

That no matter what the weather's like, you'll follow me, follow me?
The singer wants assurance from the other person that they will follow them, even if things get rough.

And no matter what I say, you'll take it honestly, honestly to heart?
The singer wants the other person to take their words to heart and to believe them, no matter what.

I've got a long way to go and if I do it alone I won't make it.
The artist acknowledges that their journey ahead is long and difficult, and that they cannot make it alone.

The call of the void is coming from the balcony.
The artist is tempted by a dangerous or destructive force or impulse.

"L'appel du vide."
This is a French phrase meaning the call of the void, or a sudden urge to jump from a high place.

So now I let my fate take over
The singer is relinquishing control of their situation to fate.

And as I sink into the consequence below,
The artist is acknowledging that their actions may have negative consequences.

This is how far we go.
The artist acknowledges that they have reached a point where they can go no further.

Face forward falling straight for the pavement,
The artist is falling headfirst towards the ground.

Mouth open catching death just to taste it.
The singer is taking a risk or doing something dangerous in order to feel alive.

Twist my body to align with the stars,
The artist is twisting their body as they fall, perhaps to feel more in control.

This is my favorite part.
The singer enjoys the feeling of falling and the excitement that comes with it.

Suspended close to earth but very far.
The singer is close to the earth as they fall, but their mind feels far away from reality.

This is my favorite part.
The singer reiterates their enjoyment of the falling sensation.

Once we touch the ground we forget who we are.
The artist suggests that once they reach the end of their journey, they will no longer recognize themselves or their life.

I guess I finally had the courage to go away.
The artist finally had the courage to leave their former life behind.

The promises we made were made hollowly.
The promises made in the past were not made with true intent.

Sometimes you'd reassure me we'd be okay.
Sometimes the person being addressed would reassure the singer that things would be alright.

But you'd always leave.
The person being addressed would always leave, contradicting their earlier reassurances.