Oysterhead - Little Faces lyrics

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In the dawn<br />

When my toes are cold<br />

They spread their little trinkets on the ground<br />

In the hall<br />

By the closet door<br />

They creep into my bed without a sound<br />

On a cube<br />

In a plastic egg<br />

A hundred fabric figures in a pile<br />

See them march<br />

Toward me in a line<br />

And dance across the floor in a single file<br />

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Little faces keep no track of time<br />

Little faces speaking out in rhyme<br />

Little faces smiling in my mind<br />

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Tiny doors<br />

For walking through<br />

While sticky fingers clutch forbidden things<br />

And the phone<br />

For talking through<br />

They often pull the cable when it rings<br />

Sinking ships<br />

On a foamy sea<br />

That roll and tumble slowly from the motion of their filthy<br />

Little hands<br />

Their little hands<br />

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Little faces keep no track of time<br />

Little faces speaking out in rhyme<br />

Little faces smiling in my mind<br />

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In the dark<br />

When their eyes are wide<br />

They listen to the secrets that I tell<br />

In a ball<br />

On their tiny beds<br />

Or beneath them where the shadow people dwell<br />

And the moon<br />

Beams that split the night<br />

Leave bars of yellow pasted on their faces<br />

As they drift into a dream<br />

In a dream<br />

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Little faces keep no track of time<br />

Little faces speaking out in rhyme<br />

Little faces smiling in my mind