Reflections
Melokolektiv & Konvex and the Shadow Lyrics

Pacing back around, son can you come here?
The singer, an older person, asks their son to come closer; perhaps they're seeking comfort or companionship.

As old as I am now, I feel like I could never learn enough
Despite their age, the singer still feels there is much to discover and learn.

Pacing upon pacing
The singer is restless and anxious, perhaps reflecting on their mortality.

"Father, why do you look so tired"?
The son asks his father why he seems exhausted or worn out.

Well you see, I'm an old man now and all I have is my memory
In response to his son's question, the father explains that he is old and his memory is all he has left.

And when that goes who will I be?
The father worries about who he will become once his memory begins to fade.

Where are we now? Endless sea of cloud... Soft tender sound... Endless sea of cloud
The singer reflects on their surroundings, perhaps feeling lost or disconnected from their environment.

Nothing was worth the suffering, I wish I took a risk
The artist regrets not taking chances or risks earlier in life, believing that the struggles they faced were not worth it.

I never thought life would be so short until I saw that final door close right behind
The artist realizes the brevity of life only when they see someone they loved pass away.

Leaves they fall, they all remind me of you
The falling leaves serve as a reminder of someone the artist has lost or misses deeply.

And the way... remind me
The way the leaves fall or move serves as a reminder of the person the singer is thinking of.

Nothing was worth the suffering, I should've took a risk
The artist reiterates their regret about not taking more chances in life and avoiding difficulties.

I never thought life would be like this. Until you cried on me from clouds in the sky
The singer reflects on how their perception of life changed with the arrival of someone who cried on them from the sky, perhaps a child or a significant other.

There's no way, my son, you can live like me
The father expresses doubt that his son can replicate his life experiences, and perhaps pleads for his son to not make the same mistakes he did.

I'm filled with regret and nothing's going to stop me from killing everything I have and know
The singer is overwhelmed by regret and has a desire to destroy everything they have and know.

To release this sobriquet soul in shards and marks
The artist desires to release their burdened soul, which has been broken and marked by their experiences.

Splinters fall and spark against the sunlight
The image of splinters falling and glinting in the light suggests a sense of beauty and hope despite life's hardships.

There's an empty feeling in this vessel
The singer feels empty, perhaps drained of emotion or meaning in life.

Counselling my time while concealing the illusion of faith, juxtaposing fear
The singer reflects on how they spend their time counseling themselves, though they hide behind a mask of faith while also feeling fear.

Searching in memories to find a meaning before I lose feeling
The artist seeks meaning and purpose in their memories before they lose the ability to feel emotions.

We will never feel this young again
The artist comes to terms with the fact that they will never be as young or youthful as they once were.

We will never lead this life again, one day soon, we all meet our end. The only question is when?
The artist acknowledges the transience of life and the inevitability of death, wondering when it will find them.

Why do we seek the unknown? Why do we question fate?
The singer questions the human tendency to seek out the unknown and question the course of destiny.

The path unbroken, every excuse you cry... nothing matters when we die... nothing matters
The artist comments on the unending path of life, realizing that the justifications we give ourselves don't mean much once we die.

The sky unfolded every reason why
The singer perceives the sky as revealing or illuminating the reasons behind certain events or circumstances.

I wanted to bring balance and wisdom as a boy, but why?
The singer reflects on their childhood desire to bring harmony and knowledge to the world, questioning their motivations.

Nothing even matters when we die! Nothing ever matters
The singer emphasizes the insignificance of all things once we die.

The knowledge we seek is a messy page of watered ink
The artist acknowledges the complexity and incompleteness of the knowledge we desire, seeing it as an imperfect document.

Every excuse you used to hide from me, epiphany, deceiving me
The artist accuses someone of using excuses to avoid them, leading to a realization and a sense of being misled.

The future I see will be entropy, there was nothing here for me, for anyone
The singer envisions a future characterized by disorder and a sense of futility, believing there is nothing of value in life.

No purpose, nothing guiding me home
The singer feels aimless and without guidance, lacking direction or a sense of belonging.

Feeding on the guilt that I've built, I'm starving to the bone
The artist is consumed by guilt, feeling emaciated despite indulging in these negative thoughts.

Regretting decisions, I've envisioned while trying to atone
The artist is filled with regret, particularly for their attempts to make amends or find redemption.

For all the things I haven't done, and not for what I had
The artist regrets the things they didn't do in life rather than what they did accomplish.

But now I'm scared of what I've become
The singer is now frightened or upset by what they've become or the events that have led them to this point.

Do the choices I make force a ripple within?
The artist questions whether the choices they've made have had a significant impact on their life and others'.

Or do they just dilute my skin? All I have emerged from these prison walls
The singer wonders if their choices only serve to dilute or wear down their sense of self, feeling confined or trapped in their life.

Old age isn't physical, it's the loss of one's worth and need to live
The singer believes that aging isn't about physical deterioration but rather the loss of self-worth and the drive to continue living fully.

Is life a straight line? Stiff backs marching towards our deaths
The singer questions whether life is a linear path leading to death or if there's more to it.

Or a dream that seems only to transcend as we struggle to take our last breath?
The artist wonders if perhaps life is more like a dream, something that transcends the physical world as we reach the end of our lives.

All that I have will rust. All that I love will turn to dust
The artist acknowledges that all they have, including the things they love, will eventually deteriorate and disappear.

All that is and ever was: A radio wave travelling through empty space
The singer reflects on the inherent ephemerality of life, likening it to a radio wave that disappears into nothingness.