Letra A Time To Be Small de Interpol original

A time to be so small
We saw you from the urchin'side,
From under the boat
We saw you making knots
We saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck
And making it lurch
An the Bubble of your interest
Ready to burst

He whistles and he runs

We saw you in distraction:
A sleeping, slow despair
Rehearsing interaction,
He wasn't even there
A ceature 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 his doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

When the cadaverous mob
Saves his doors for the dead men
You cannot leave

I want you to be there
When he gets to the end
Have to find a way