In The Gray
Hot Water Music Lyrics


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I'm suspended now, hanging in the aiay of a weather beaten town
December rolls around, lays a blanket of herself on the ground where comfort lives in sound,
Like a gun laying cold on the ground with no way to spell it out.
There's still much to say of a gun left down.
Most of me is elsewhere wondering shall we hear a song or shall we live one soaked to the hone.

I'm suspended now, hanging in the gray of a weather heavy cloud, soften my face
And bow to bid toy farewells to the ground for now part of me is sinking and pondering,
Hope is a gracious term, aligned with the faith that reason has a course to take,
May it be the just one until then I will drown, anti to down without a fit.

How glorious is it?
Bound in sound, even and weightless and free from wrist to wrist

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Hot Water Music's song "In the Gray" offer a reflection on being lost in a small town, where comfort can be found in the sound of music but also in the isolation of being suspended in the gray of a heavy cloud. The first verse compares the singer's suspension to a gun that has been left down, unable to spell out the complexities of their thoughts and emotions. The second verse continues the theme of suspension, but adds a sense of sinking and pondering. The singer is hopeful for a just course of action in the future but in the meantime is drowning in uncertainty.


The overall tone of the song is contemplative and introspective, with a sense of longing for something greater. The use of imagery, such as the blanket of snow in December and the heavy cloud, create a vivid picture of the bleakness of the singer's surroundings. The repetition of the phrase "suspended now" emphasizes the feeling of being stuck and unable to move forward.


Overall, "In the Gray" is a powerful statement on the struggles of isolation and uncertainty, while also offering a sense of hope for a better future.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm suspended now, hanging in the air of a weather beaten town
I feel stuck in a rundown place, like I'm hanging in midair.


December rolls around, lays a blanket of herself on the ground where comfort lives in sound
Winter brings a sense of comfort and warmth, as if wrapping the world in a cozy blanket.


Like a gun laying cold on the ground with no way to spell it out
There are times when it's difficult to express what we feel, like a silent gun that's been dropped and left there.


There's still much to say of a gun left down
Even when something unsaid is left behind, there's always more to the story.


Most of me is elsewhere wondering shall we hear a song or shall we live one soaked to the hone
I'm lost in thought, wondering whether to listen to a song or create my own story through life's experiences.


I'm suspended now, hanging in the gray of a weather heavy cloud, soften my face
I feel trapped by the weight of life's challenges, but I try to stay calm and not show my stress on my face.


And bow to bid toy farewells to the ground for now part of me is sinking and pondering
I feel like I'm sinking, and I must say goodbye to what anchors me to the earth as I contemplate my next steps.


Hope is a gracious term, aligned with the faith that reason has a course to take
I believe that hope is a powerful concept that gives us faith that life has a direction and a purpose.


May it be the just one until then I will drown, anti to down without a fit
I hope things will turn out fairly, but until then, I feel like I'm drowning without any means of coping.


How glorious is it?
I wonder how wonderful life can be if we find a way to overcome our struggles and find happiness.


Bound in sound, even and weightless and free from wrist to wrist
Music can be a powerful force that connects us and makes us feel free from our burdens and struggles.




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Comments from YouTube:

@Gabrielmerrick720

when i was on the road with the great saint louis we listened to chuck regan
on the stereo before a show . and played it alot at home .and he is great on acoustic he is one off us from the heart..hotwater music are superb .

@gustavoburciaga6200

I remember once seeing a video with this song but everything was in reverse, it was really well made. I wish I could find it again.

@TheVitorXp

Let me know if you find it

@ThiagoSaiz

I'm suspended now
Hanging in the gray of a weather beaten town
December rolls around
Lays a blanket of herself on the ground
Where comfort lives in sound
Like a gun laying cold on the ground
With no way to spell it out
There's still much to say of a gun left down

Most of me is elsewhere
Wondering
Shall we hear a song
Or shall we live one
Soaked to the bone

I'm suspended now
Hanging in the gray of a weather heavy cloud
Soften my face and bow
To bid my farewells to the ground for now

Part of me is sinking and pondering
Hope is a gracious term
Aligned with the faith and reason
Has a course to take
May it be the just one

Until then
I will drown (Drown!)
Go down without a fit
How glorious is it?
Bound in sound (Sound!)
Even and weightless
And free from wrist to wrist

@detonationcruster

bound in sound

@abeilledelalune7202

exactly punk

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