West Coast
Forecast Lyrics

The sun is peeking over the ocean
The beginning of a new day is here, with the sun rising over the vast ocean.

And I can't remember how this felt
I have forgotten how everything used to feel because of time passing by.

But now I know you have to blur the lines
I understand that sometimes things are not black and white and it's necessary to blur the lines to navigate through life.

We're waiting for fate to open up our eyes
We're hopeful for something to happen that will change our perspective and enlighten us about something meaningful.

It's a long drive for a long goodbye
The distance that we're traveling is reflective of the farewell that we're facing - a goodbye that will last long in our hearts.

My words are worthless and vaguely painted red
The words that I'm saying are worthless, and they hold little meaning that can't be clearly articulated - like a red shade painted with lack of detail.

What did you say to me boy
What were the words that you used when you spoke to me?

You have nothing left to prove
You don't need to prove anything to me anymore - I trust you.

Then what are you running from my dear
What's the fear that you're running from, my love?

Secrets I've packed away that I can't even explain
I have some secrets that I've hidden away so well that I can't even explain them to myself.

We can talk this out
We can communicate about the issues that we're facing and try to work through them together.

No we can't so
Actually, we can't talk this out - there's an unspoken issue between us that cannot be easily resolved.

Stay away boy
It's better for us to maintain distance, boy.

My heart is an empty room
I can feel the emptiness in my heart, like an empty room with no purpose or warmth.

Can you tell me how we came to this
Can you explain to me how we ended up in this difficult situation between us?

So broken we never could be fixed
Our relationship was broken beyond repair, and we couldn't do anything to mend it.

How our memories just seem to swell the west coast is growing old
Our memories bring a bittersweet feeling that seems to fill up the western horizon - a reminder that time has been passing by.

While we are sitting growing cold and now it seems all we have left to do is sing
As we sit here, we're growing cold and distant from each other. It feels like the only thing we're able to do is sing - as a form of emotional release.

My heart is an empty room
Once again, my heart feels hollow and alone.