If
it will I have a body, tell me where can I undress
and where can I retire to with all my loneliness
If
the time has been approaching, moves with any kind of pace
I wonder who'll endure it in an able bodied race
If
I would have seen them coming, all the ruins of today
I would've counted faster by avoiding the delay
If
a gesture of affection makes you feel unmoved at all
You've actively surrendered to the person you are called
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
If
it will I have a body, tell me where can I undress
and where can I retire to with all my loneliness
If
the time has been approaching, moves with any kind of pace
I wonder who'll endure it in an able bodied race
If
I would have seen them coming, all the ruins of today
I would've counted faster by avoiding the delay
If
a gesture of affection makes you feel unmoved at all
You've actively surrendered to the person you are called
title and inspiration taken from "Paintings," by From Indian Lakes, off their album Able Bodies
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