A Time to Be Small Lyrics:
From: Precipitate
          Antics
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

         

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

saw you from the ocean side
from under the boat
saw you making knots

saw you get the rope
A boy appearing on the deck
you're making it lurch
bubble of your interests
ready to burst

he whistles and he runs

saw you in distraction of
sleeping slow despair
bursting in a rapture
but he wasn't even there
feature is a creature
though you wish you were the wind
boat will not stop moving
if you tie him up until the end

He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
be 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 mobs sends it dogs for the dead men
you cannot leave
when the cadaverous mobs sends it dogs for the dead men
you cannot leave

when the cadaverous mobs sends it dogs for the dead men
you cannot leave