Description
It smells of salt and regret. It's as if someone left a window open by the sea, and the wind is blowing in, full of unspoken "I'm sorrys." It seems like everything has been experienced already, but a warm trace still trembles inside - like sand that can't be washed out of your hair after a storm. There are no loud dramas here, just a quiet "what if..." – belated, almost tender. In each verse, there's an attempt to blame fate on the weather, because it's easier than admitting the storm was within. And somewhere between the rusty floor, the evening bells, and the morning tides, a simple thought resonates: not everyone swept away by the wave drowns - some just didn't dare to swim back.
Lyrics and translation
Original
You were made of fire and I'm water born.
Magnetic double cancers, wild and twenty-four.
Lady slider in the morning, weekends working late nights.
Called about another man in out-of-earth tribes.
Would it make a difference if I fought for you?
Instead of doing what I did, stepping aside.
Even if it wasn't made forever.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
Surfing the Pacific where it's warm and blue.
The morning after calling, I was thinking 'bout you.
Maybe you thought that your parents, they might have stayed together.
If they just had the moment to get to know someone else better.
Would it make a difference if I fought for you?
Instead of doing what I did, stepping aside.
Even if it wasn't made forever.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
Rust coming through my floor, like a beach car or four-by-four.
I didn't stand up for what might be. There's no one else to blame but me.
The way that we that night, we could have set that whole hill on fire.
Northbound and wondering if I could have done something differently.
Would it make a difference if I fought for you?
Instead of doing what I did, stepping aside.
Even if it wasn't made forever.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on, blaming it on, blaming it on.
Would it make a difference if I fought for you?
Instead of doing what I did, stepping aside.
Even if it wasn't made forever.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
English translation
You were made of fire and I'm water born.
Magnetic double cancers, wild and twenty-four.
Lady slider in the morning, weekends working late nights.
Called about another man in out-of-earth tribes.
Would it make a difference if I fought for you?
Instead of doing what I did, stepping aside.
Even if it wasn't made forever.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
Surfing the Pacific where it's warm and blue.
The morning after calling, I was thinking 'bout you.
Maybe you thought that your parents, they might have stayed together.
If they just had the moment to get to know someone else better.
Would it make a difference if I fought for you?
Instead of doing what I did, stepping aside.
Even if it wasn't made forever.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
Rust coming through my floor, like a beach car or four-by-four.
I didn't stand up for what might be. There's no one else to blame but me.
The way that we that night, we could have set that whole hill on fire.
Northbound and wondering if I could have done something differently.
Would it make a difference if I fought for you?
Instead of doing what I did, stepping aside.
Even if it wasn't made forever.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on, blaming it on, blaming it on.
Would it make a difference if I fought for you?
Instead of doing what I did, stepping aside.
Even if it wasn't made forever.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.
Instead of living like cyclones, blaming it on weather.