Secret Gypsy Language
Eiafuawn Lyrics

Blue blood meets a lip-locked son
An elite and privileged person interacts with someone who is deeply in love and kissing their partner.

Of another perfect day to be the isolated idiot
It's a great day to feel and be separated from the world and feel like a fool.

I'm invisible and famous
Despite being popular or having gained fame, it can feel like no one sees or pays attention to you.

And I've been down, been down below And ripped it all out
The artist has experienced a low point and removed all the negative feelings inside of them.

Get my name out of your mouth
Stop speaking of the artist behind their back or spreading rumors about them.

Let's separate this flesh
Let's become disentangled or separated from each other physically or emotionally.

Like a robot on the moon
Moving or acting in a robotic or mechanical manner, devoid of emotion.

Homesick
Feeling nostalgic or longing for a place that feels like home.

Slow down, just slow down
Take a break, take things at a slower pace, don't rush.

I was a tumbleweed just passing through your great landscape And you're the airplane over me
The artist feels small and insignificant in comparison to someone who has power or control over them.

Everything I done I wish I hadn't done And everything I thought I should've said to you I never said at all
The singer regrets their actions and wishes they had expressed themselves to someone.

Should've known that there In the colors everywhere Begs in the air
The artist should have realized that there were signals or hints all around them.

Now the bugs stay close to me They talk and sound and breathe to you And what they'd rather be
The singer feels surrounded by insects or small annoyances that seem to relay messages to someone else.

Demon on the phone Says even all alone You're everything you own
An ominous figure or voice on the phone tells the singer that their possessions or belongings define them, even when they are alone.

Connect it to the golden Well I'm right where I've been again
The singer links something to a valuable or ideal standard but still finds themselves in the same place or situation.

I can hear it coming on and on and on and on...
The artist is anticipating or dreading a recurring event or feeling that will not stop.