A Time to Be So Small

We saw you from the urchin's side from under the boat
We saw you making knots, we saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck, you're making it lurch
And the bubble of your interests ready to burst

He whistles and he runs

We saw you in distraction, a sleeping, slow despair
Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there
A creature is a creature though you wish you were the wind
The boat will not stop moving if you tie him up until the end

He whistles and he runs, so hold him fast
Breathe the burn, you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you used to be

When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men, you cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men, you cannot leave

When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men, you cannot leave



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Fogarino, Paul Banks, Daniel Kessler, Carlos Dengler
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