Evening in the garden surrounded by fireflies, we’d only just moved in
I spent my time alone there weeding, and planted one thing a day
While shoveling the yard my spade hit a metal box
And in it was a diary, the cover old and frayed, it said:

I don’t know how much time I have, but I guess we never really do
I thought that I would be terrified but it’s worse to watch them watching
Sometimes I wish our lives were simpler, that we’d never have to stretch the food
That people here would treat my brother well, and that he would know he’s good

I laid out all those pages, and in my study typed them up
It was tough to say how old they were, I guess . - . - . years at least
The boy who wrote these words was an odd and complicated mind
But wisdom’s often heavier when found before it’s time

It said we all get stuck in circles, but nothing moves in perfect lines
Connections underlie the things we see, but to nuances we’re blind
And I am never singular; I was born a pair, but walk alone
My mirror shows the things I’m not, but he helps me feel at home

Lyrics submitted by SephNite

Old Gemini song meanings
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