Sun
v.a. kompakt 071 Lyrics

After school
Following the end of school hours

Walking home
Traversing the route from school to home on foot

Fresh dirt under my fingernails
Recently coming in contact with soil or earth resulting in the residue under the nails

And I can smell hot asphalt
Having a sense of the odor emanating from the heated road surface

Cars screech to a halt to let me pass
Vehicles come to a sudden stop to make way for the person walking

And I cannot remember
Uncertain of being able to recall the past accurately

What life was like through photographs
Not able to fully comprehend the past through just pictures

Trying to recreate images life gives us from our past
Attempting to replicate or relive moments from the past

And sometimes it's a sad song
Life can be melancholic at times

But I cannot forget
Unwilling to abandon the past or memories completely

Refuse to regret
Choosing not to feel remorse about events in the past

So glad I met you and
Happy or grateful for meeting someone important

Take my breath away
Feeling overwhelming emotions or excitement

Make everyday
Transforming each day

Worth all of the pain that I have gone through
Having all of the hardships and struggles be worthwhile

And Mama I've been cryin'
Confiding in one's mother about shedding tears

Cause things ain't how they used to be
Feeling like the present is different from the past

She said, "The battle's almost won
The quote from the mother that the struggle is nearly over

And we're only several miles from the sun."
Being close to a moment of success or achievement

Moving on down my street
Continuing down the path of the street

I see people I won't ever meet
Spotting individuals that one will never have the chance of knowing

Think of her, take a breath
Remembering a person and taking a moment to pause

Feel the beat in the rhythm of my steps
Sensing a rhythmic movement in walking

The rhythm of her conversation
The flow and cadence of the way someone speaks

The perfection of her creation
The excellence and precision of something produced

The sex she slipped into my coffee
The substance that she added to one's drink

The way she felt when she first saw me
Recalling the way someone felt upon seeing the singer for the first time

Hate to love and love to hate her
Feeling a sense of contradiction in one's feelings towards someone

Like a broken record player
Repeating feelings or actions in a cyclic manner

Back and forth and here and gone
Moving indecisively between two states or decisions

And on and on and on and on
Continuing persistently in a manner that seems never-ending