Die, Emperor! Die! - Rachel, I'm a Wretched Idealist | Текст песни

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• Die, Emperor! Die!
• Rachel, I'm a Wretched Idealist

I think of the distance between us.
Oceans,
mountains,
valleys,
skies,
and the thousand faces wandering between you and me.
I am awaiting the arrival of your next letter,
whose postmark gets closer to the day when you'll arrive home.
Letter to letter,
thought to thought,
I tally the distance between.
I see the distance reflected in the world before me.
In the faces of those who I see walking the streets of this city.
In the reflections of their faces on the sides of the skyscrapers above.
And in our talk as we sit on our front porches at midnight with the red sky above us.
From person to person,
I tally the distance between.
And I conclude that our only hope is each other.
Let this be our battlecry,
let this be our song.
I await the arrival of your next letter.

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