A Time to Be So Small - Interpol

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