Interpol - A Time To Be So Small |
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A Time To Be So Small
Interpol Saw you on the oceanside From under the boat Saw you making knots A boy appearing on the deck Making it lurch Saw you get the rope Bubble of your interests Ready to burst He whistles and he runs Bursting in a rapture Saw you in distraction of Sleeping slow despair He wasn't even there Feature is a creature Though you wish you were the wind Boat will not stop moving If you tie him up until the end He whistles and he runs so hold him fast He might succumb to what you haven't seen Play the line he wants to let it last He has a keen eye for what you didn't see when the cadaverous mobs In the doors to the tent And man, meanwhile you cannot be When the cadaverous mobs take the scores scores for the dead man you cannot be When he gets to the end I want you to be there Have to find a way |
