Tiny Coffins
Invalids Lyrics

Back seat, windows up
Seated at the back, windows up.

The motion makes you sick
Feeling sick and dizzy from the movement.

Forehead leaned against
Leaning forehead against something.

The coldest pane, collecting as you breathe
Forehead resting against the coldest window surface, collecting condensation as breath hits it.

The empty overpass, with three more to go, two hours in
Passing through an empty overpass with only three more hours to go till the destination.

And every song was saying it, beating it in, beat it to death
Every song in the playlist seemed to repeat and really emphasize on something.

And you decided then that this time was different,
Deciding at the moment that this time is different from before.

That it was time to finally try it
Realizing that it was time to try something.

Even though it never worked before
Even though the same thing had failed in the past.

Even though it's never gonna work
Even though the probability of it working is close to zero.

It's the best we've got, it's the best chance for us now
This is the best option we have, and it's now or never.

And it could not come soon enough
Hoping for it to happen as soon as possible.

In the back seat on the way home
Relating a story that happened in the back seat while driving home.

It wasn't that we saw it all through cracks of doors,
The experience was not of peeking through the cracks of doors.

It's that they felt it as we watched
Rather, they felt it as it was being watched by us.

Head rush, pounding, blushed and found out, hid all night
Feeling a head rushing, a pounding in the heart, blushed, and then hid all night.

If we could work on what we know
If we could improve ourselves based on what we know.

If we could stop expecting it
If we could stop having expectations.

All things we chase even though they're not ours
Chasing after things that do not belong to us.

The fold in the fabric frays from feeling out its shape
The fabric fold is becoming worn out due to constant use.

Pressed until it's gone, if only we could change
Pressing on the fold till it's no longer there, wishing we could change things.

The paths in the dark we've beaten down before
Paths we have taken in the dark before.

But never in the light, how it's really paved
But we don't know how it really is, as the paths were taken in the dark.

If only we could say what we really meant to say
Wishing we would express ourselves exactly the way we meant to.

If only we could listen to it right
Wishing we could listen to ourselves presenting it properly.

If only we could spill it to her just what we were thinking
Wishing we could communicate to her exactly what was going on in our minds.

If only we could say the right thing, if only we could change
Wishing we could say the perfect words and that we could change things.

The patterns we've formed
The behaviors or habits we have developed.

That never found their way out
Those patterns/habits are still very present and could not be avoided.

Keep it close, safe secret all alone
Keeping a secret close, keeping it safe all by oneself.

So you wrote it down and you threw it out
Writing the secret down and then immediately throwing it out.

And you wrote it down and you threw it out
Repeating the cycle.

And you practiced how you wanted to sound
Practicing how to say something, how it should be sounded.

And you steeled yourself, and your heart was pounding
Gearing oneself mentally and emotionaly for it, while experiencing a pulsation in the chest.

Up out of your chest and choking, stuffed into your throat
Heart beating so fast that it feels like it's choking up in the throat.

And your fumbled words and your sweaty shirt
Stuttering or stumbling when speaking, making one's clothing being sweaty.

And your shaking made it worse, and heard
Shaking becoming more apparent, and it was heard.

"Flow, tide, ebb, road, night, sky, sand, home"
A random phrase that was heard.

And you thought if you tried hard enough
Thinking that by giving a lot of effort the outcome will change.

it would work cause it's different now
Believing that the approach taken would work because it is different now.

The overpass, the empty road, the courage just to say something
The lonely overpass, with an empty road, and the bravery needed to say something.

If we could just have had more time,
If we could just have more time.

If we could just have had it figured out
If we could only figure everything out and have an answer.