The Caution Children - Separate Fears | Текст песни

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• The Caution Children
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There's a word for every hope and every triumph
It gets pushed back
You forget to...

Time's a mental distance we place when it gets too hard or painful
Then it turns to separate rooms then separate states then separate thoughts.
No!
Could they pinpoint single moments?

Give more time to think this through or find it out or slow it down
Just slow it down

Something stands on the surface
No!
The dream of what's underneath
No! No!
A flash of bigger, older
No! No!
Just a glimpse of
a hint of…
No! No! No!
And there are times when I am sleeping when my head and limbs are far apart.
The separation never touches
No! No!
the type of things that I should realize.
No! No! No!