Interpol - A Time To Be So Small

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We saw you from the urchins'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

And the bubble of your interest ready to burst

He whistles and he runs

We saw you in distraction: a sleeping, slow despair

Rehearsing an erection, 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 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 seen

He has a keen eye for what you used to be

When the cadaverous mob

Saves its doors for the dead men

You cannot leave

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