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From Antics:

A Time to be so Small

[This is my time, this is your time. 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 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 creature is a creature,
though you wish you were the wind
And 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 wanna 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 it's doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

[Ooooh]
[Oooooo oooo ooh]

When the cadaverous mob saves it's doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

[The urchin will lurch in there for the fact]
[The urchin will lurch in there, for the facts]
[The Urchin will lurch in there, for the facts]
[The urchin will lurch in there, for the facts]