Twilight
Jeffo's Dream Lyrics

I'm Sitting in my dark room, only with my memories.
The singer is alone with only their memories in a dark room.

I know well all these moments, many of forgotten tragedies.
The singer is familiar with their memories, including many tragic events that they have forgotten.

I'm waiting in my dark room only with my my chari's cracking.
The singer is waiting alone in their dark room, with only the sound of their chair cracking making noise.

I hear every little noises, but I'm not scared now of anything.
Although the artist hears every little noise in the room, they are not afraid of anything.

I'm listening my old clocl. Tick-tack, these sounds calm me down.
The artist is listening to their old clock, and the sound of the ticking calms them down.

The hands are running around now faster than I've ever seen.
The clock hands are moving quickly, faster than the singer has ever seen before.

I try to open my eyes, I try to let the sun inside.
The singer tries to open their eyes and let sunlight into the dark room.

But twilight's stronger this time and holds my eyelids down.
However, the twilight in the room is stronger and holds the artist's eyelids closed.

I can't move from this place cause thousands of hands grab my shoulder.
The artist feels trapped in the dark room, as if thousands of hands are grabbing onto their shoulders and preventing them from leaving.

Doesn't matter however I try, the twilight keeps me even stronger.
No matter how hard the artist tries to escape the room, the twilight keeps them trapped and unable to move.

I try to catch your hand, the only things that could pull me over
The singer tries to reach out and grab someone's hand, hoping that they can help them escape the room.

But you can't see my holding arms, cause the twilight keeps you even stronger.
Unfortunately, the person the artist is trying to reach cannot see them because the strong twilight in the room is keeping them hidden.

I'm sitting in my twilight-room without my memories.
The singer is now sitting in a room full of twilight, but they have lost all memories of their past.

I can't remember any moments, I've no forgotten tragedies.
The singer has no recollection of any events or tragedies from their past.

I'm waiting in my dark room, my chair now disappears.
The singer is waiting alone in the twilight-filled room, and even their chair has disappeared.

I don't hear now any noises, and I'm getting scared now of everything.
The silence in the room is now making the artist feel scared and uneasy about everything.

I try to listen my clock but the tick-tack sounds are fading away.
The artist tries to listen to their clock, but the ticking sound is fading away, leaving them in complete silence.

The hands are running back on his face slower than my tired brain.
The clock hands are now moving backwards, slower than the singer's tired mind can process.

Now I can open my eyes and I let the sun in relieved.
Finally, the singer is able to open their eyes and let the sunlight into the room, feeling a sense of relief.

The Twilight's stronger than me, but nothing can hold me down.
Even though the twilight in the room is strong, the artist feels a new sense of strength and is no longer held down by it.

But you can't see my holding arms, cause the twilight keeps you even stronger.
Just as before, the artist is reaching out for help but the twilight is keeping them hidden and unable to be seen.