Letra de 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 burstHe whistles and he runsWe 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 endHe 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 beWhen 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 leaveWhen the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men, you cannot leave