Church - Destination lyrics

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Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling<br />

Can never cut below the floor, or penetrate the ceiling.<br />

In the space between our houses, some bones have been discovered,<br />

But our procession lurches on, as if we had recovered.<br />

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Draconian winter unforetold.<br />

One solar day, suddenly you're old.<br />

Your little envelope just makes me cold,<br />

Makes destination start to unfold.<br />

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Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing.<br />

Page forty-seven is unsigned, I need it by this evening.<br />

In the space between our cities, a storm is slowly forming.<br />

Something eating up our days, I feel it every morning.<br />

Destination, destination.<br />

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It's not a religion, it's just a technique.<br />

It's just a way of making you speak.<br />

Distance and speed have left us too weak,<br />

And destination looks kind of bleak.<br />

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Our elements are burned out, our beasts have been mistreated.<br />

I tell you it's the only way we'll get this road completed.<br />

In the space between our bodies, the air has grown small fingers.<br />

Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers.<br />

Destination, destination.