A Continuum

Why don't we sit?
Cold, stripped, and reading
Turn our faces out
Why don't we meet?
Old, ripped, and reeling
Shed our cases now
I don't know what it is
I don't know what it is
I don't know what it is
I don't know what it is
If I can't feel it then you can't feel it too
If you don't feel it then I won't feel it too
If I can't feel it then you can't feel it too
But you know better
By the ceiling we'll see creatures taking lightly what I'm meaning
And I'm leaving all my features
Couldn't tear myself down
Couldn't help myself out
Wide and secret
Broken seat right at my door
Still in search for some kinder feelings
Come clipped, and calling for a continuum



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Writer(s): D Brito
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