Interpol A Time To Be Small текст песни, слова песни A Time To Be Small Interpol
Interpol - A Time To Be Small
We saw you from the urchin'side,
From under the boat
We saw you making knots
We saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck
And making it lurch
An the Bubble of your interest
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 ceature 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 his doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
when the cadaverous mob
Saves his doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
I want you to be there
When he gets to th
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