Infinitesimally
from Work/Worth by Skeleton Skies
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Infinitesimally
Preconception's footsteps follow me
Cheshire cat whispers from its tree
not one piece is the place that it's supposed to be
Our canned fruits of sin dusting on our shelves
these late autumn dreams, they keep me tied to my bed
I still wanted to tell you what a good time I had
Well nothing was the way that it's supposed to be,
but everything it was perfectly fine you see
When nothing has a place, everything is in its place,
these things won't ever be that way that they should be
yet somehow we, now somehow we
See patterns in the shades of giants that precede
our roads they cross and twist infinitesimally
and somehow we, now somehow we
broke free
Your father was a soldier, conquering the universe
your mother never bothered to defend you
now my eyes they trace your frailty
Like lycra catching thunder,
wrinkled hands entangled in a storm
you're close now, come and follow me
Where nothing is the way that it's supposed to be,
but everything it is perfectly fine you see
When nothing has a place, everything is in its place
these things won't ever be that way that they should be
yet somehow we, now somehow we
See patterns in the shades of giants that precede
our roads they cross and twist infinitesimally
and somehow we, now somehow we
broke free
baby you just always care too much
baby you just always want too much
baby you just always need too much
baby you just always talk too much
Preconception's footsteps follow me
Cheshire cat whispers from its tree
not one piece is the place that it's supposed to be
Our canned fruits of sin dusting on our shelves
these late autumn dreams, they keep me tied to my bed
I still wanted to tell you what a good time I had
Well nothing was the way that it's supposed to be,
but everything it was perfectly fine you see
When nothing has a place, everything is in its place,
these things won't ever be that way that they should be
yet somehow we, now somehow we
See patterns in the shades of giants that precede
our roads they cross and twist infinitesimally
and somehow we, now somehow we
broke free
Your father was a soldier, conquering the universe
your mother never bothered to defend you
now my eyes they trace your frailty
Like lycra catching thunder,
wrinkled hands entangled in a storm
you're close now, come and follow me
Where nothing is the way that it's supposed to be,
but everything it is perfectly fine you see
When nothing has a place, everything is in its place
these things won't ever be that way that they should be
yet somehow we, now somehow we
See patterns in the shades of giants that precede
our roads they cross and twist infinitesimally
and somehow we, now somehow we
broke free
baby you just always care too much
baby you just always want too much
baby you just always need too much
baby you just always talk too much
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from Work/Worth,
released October 20, 2016
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