A Time to Be So Small (second demo) Songtext
von Interpol

Saw you from the urchin′s side, from under the boat
Saw you making knots, saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck and making it lurch
Bubble of your interests ready to burst

He whistles and he runs

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 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
The cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

Cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
The cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave