Lemonade, razors, floating away. Life turning bitter, life hurting, life disappearing, is that what it is? I'm not too good with reading into lyrics but well, my guess is as good as the next guy's.
Honey, paper and rope. First few things I thought of when I heard those lines. Creating sweet moments, finding an outlet for the frustration, and holding on for dear life. Days like these never come easy, it's hard to see where you're going when the light is so dim. Sometimes it feels better to just stop searching for the way out. But you can't. You really really can't. This is your fight and you're gonna give it everything you have.
Otters hold each other's paws as they sleep so they won't float away.
The Storey Left Untold - Every Avenue
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