Cut Corners on Short Walks Bears in Trees
"Cut Corners on Short Walks" by Bears in Trees, released in 2019, is an indie pop song that explores themes of nostalgia, fleeting moments, and the simplicity of relationships. The lyrics reflect on taking shortcuts in life and love, emphasizing the importance of cherishing small experiences. Unique elements include catchy melodies and layered harmonies. #IndiePop
[Verse 1]
The sour substances that make up my hind brain
Have slowly become stagnant and I have surely become insane
And the anger I feel in my veins
Has stopped pouring out of the hole in my face
And remains in my stained ribcage
[Verse 2]
Broken by fourteen with no chance for absolution
'Cause they refused to open their minds' eye and see we too were human
We were searching for joy with apophatic conclusions
We started savoring apathy and all of our bruises
[Chorus]
And the songs we sung when our minds were done
And our lungs bled, our tongues said, "We're done with the humdrum"
We used to be so pure, so fragile and raw
But now we set campfires in car parks and cut corners on short walks
[Verse 3]
Well, out of the flames, we reclaimed our decay
And the world became a stage, complete chaotic how we played
And cryptic visions of us disposing of ourselves
Became sordid depictions of disposable wealth
[Chorus]
And the songs we sung when our minds were done
And our lungs bled, our tongues said, "We're done with the humdrum"
We used to be so pure, so fragile and raw
But now we set campfires in car parks and cut corners on short walks
The sour substances that make up my hind brain
Have slowly become stagnant and I have surely become insane
And the anger I feel in my veins
Has stopped pouring out of the hole in my face
And remains in my stained ribcage
[Verse 2]
Broken by fourteen with no chance for absolution
'Cause they refused to open their minds' eye and see we too were human
We were searching for joy with apophatic conclusions
We started savoring apathy and all of our bruises
[Chorus]
And the songs we sung when our minds were done
And our lungs bled, our tongues said, "We're done with the humdrum"
We used to be so pure, so fragile and raw
But now we set campfires in car parks and cut corners on short walks
[Verse 3]
Well, out of the flames, we reclaimed our decay
And the world became a stage, complete chaotic how we played
And cryptic visions of us disposing of ourselves
Became sordid depictions of disposable wealth
[Chorus]
And the songs we sung when our minds were done
And our lungs bled, our tongues said, "We're done with the humdrum"
We used to be so pure, so fragile and raw
But now we set campfires in car parks and cut corners on short walks
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