Ransom Notes
SOHN Lyrics


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There was a time
When the mountains kept their place
They stood in line
And they waited back the gaze

No one could see
No terrain now is a rock
No feet could find
Near the heart of old road bluff

The hills are worn
The place about growing pains
The earths are closed
The mountains had their way

The kids have grown
And they watched it from above
Now I???m alone
And I see no way to run

We float on the breeze
We are held to a ransom
We are bones on the riffs
Waiting for the waves, the waves

We float on the breeze
We are held to a ransom
We are bones on the riffs
Waiting for the waves, the waves

We float
We are bones

We float on the breeze
We are held to a ransom




We are bones on the riffs
Waiting for the waves, the waves

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of SOHN's "Ransom Notes" paint a picture of change and the passage of time. The opening lines talk about a time when the mountains were steadfast and unchanging. However, as time passed, the mountains gave way to erosion and became worn down. This is a metaphor for the changes that happen around us as we grow older, and the way that the things we may have taken for granted can become altered or completely disappear.


The lyrics go on to talk about the idea of being "held to a ransom," which suggests a feeling of powerlessness. The singer feels like they are at the mercy of external forces and must wait for something to happen. The repetition of the phrase "we are bones on the riffs" adds to this sense of being stranded and unable to move forward.


Overall, the song explores the notion of impermanence and our inability to stop change. It acknowledges the feelings of fear and uncertainty that can come with this realization, but it also encourages acceptance and resilience in the face of the unknown.


Line by Line Meaning

There was a time
In the past, there existed a time


When the mountains kept their place
The mountains remained in their respective positions


They stood in line
The mountains were arranged in an orderly manner


And they waited back the gaze
They patiently waited for someone to look at them


No one could see
No one was able to observe


No terrain now is a rock
The landscape has transformed and is no longer made up of rocks


No feet could find
It is difficult for anyone to locate


Near the heart of old road bluff
In the vicinity of the ancient path's ridge


The hills are worn
The hills have become damaged through usage


The place about growing pains
The location experiences physical discomfort as it expands


The earths are closed
The earth has become sealed off


The mountains had their way
The mountains have dominated the environment


The kids have grown
The young ones have matured


And they watched it from above
They viewed it from a higher elevation


Now I???m alone
Currently, I am by myself


And I see no way to run
I am unable to discern any escape route


We float on the breeze
We drift through the air


We are held to a ransom
We are being held captive


We are bones on the riffs
Our bodies are similar to the rocks along the coast


Waiting for the waves, the waves
Expecting the waves to arrive


We float
We drift


We are bones
Our bodies resemble those of skeletons


Waiting for the waves, the waves
Expecting the waves to arrive




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Sohn

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