A Time To Be So Small Lyrics

So states of unsatisfaction, objects which we see, or which reveal an absence,
with the only force of which the individual recovers is susceptive uniqueness.
So you might consider as the option that isolated existence of ours is the chance to exceeding what we can do without the power to do it.
It's all very well precise and votively mysteriously which, he, like the stone statue, encroaches in ability.
I now present the poet is eager to extract some petrified valintromness of the past,
but the images which he left are situated in a life which was open and infinite in Baudelaire's sense of the word...

A time to ease your solace, 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 and making it lurch
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
But 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 been
He has a keen eye for what you didn't see
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When the cadaverous mob save their doors for the dead men, you cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob save its doors for the dead men, you cannot leave

Ahhhhhhhh

Fancy summer's stall, a time to be so small
To the urchin, see a mirrored time for all
A summerside way of life, a time to be so small
Stronger from the urchin's side, a time to be so small

Urchin will lurch into there, for the facts
Urchin will lurch into there, for the facts
Urchin will lurch into there, for the facts
Urchin will lurch into there, for the facts

When the cadaverous mob save their doors for the dead men, you cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob save their doors for the dead men, you cannot leave

Searching, still searching
Urchin will lurch in there, for the facts
Urchin will lurch in

It's all in the faded past
The bottom of the unwind
It's the end of the world, the past
The bottom of the unwind