These Paper Satellites - Soft Places | Текст песни

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• These Paper Satellites
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Must we squint to point out the accomplishment?
Forewarned is seldom forearmed.
(Break Step!)
It's tripping over itself but it makes so much sense with symmetry ...

Empty toasts with glasses, cut off at the impasse.
Oh, Cartesian diver, gracefully devour!
Up and down and up and down and...
Force and dynamics carry us on,
Through the static, straight into the song...

We were so serene, meant to survive.
To save the dear, the hunter must die.
With life preserves like flightless birds who'd ever even try?

Though squalor torn we quell the storm,
Let sails set the course!
A future used, the suture fused,
And what are you so tuitous for?