Текст песни Interpol - A Time To Be So Small
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Текст песни Interpol - A Time To Be So Small
A time to be so smallWe saw you from the urchin'side,From under the boatWe saw you making knotsWe saw you get the ropeThe boy appearing on the deckAnd making it lurch( )An the Bubble of your interestReady to burstHe whistles and he runsWe saw you in distraction:A sleeping, slow despairRehearsing interaction,he wasn't even thereA ceature is a creatureThough you wish you were the windThe boat will not stop movingIf you tie him up until the endHe whistles and he runs so hold him fastBreathe the burn, you want to let it lastHe might succumb to what you haven't seenHe has a keen eye for what you used to bewhen the cadaverous mobSaves his doors for the dead menYou cannot leavewhen the cadaverous mobSaves his doors for the dead menYou cannot leaveI want you to be thereWhen he gets to the endHave to find a way