at first it was a crack that no one saw
but when all fell apart that's where it taw
when they drew the line they sliced the pages with the pencil
with a sign up 'deep little creek'
no need to say they couldn't leave it that way
what fell down there never showed up again
just putting things where they belong
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ref.: we watched the end before it happened
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turning on the light on what's beneath
brought out what was hiding between teeth
although the blind can't see
it's those who can who're bad in feeling
light reflects on surface, dark below.
we let our eyes stare at the ceiling at night
they always close when the light gets bright
new insights on old outside
we let our eyes stare at the ceiling at night
they always close when the light gets bright
when we woke up they could tell what's black and white
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ref.: we watched the end before it happened
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we put all things where they belong
we've learned to sleep with the receiver on
we changed our colors now we're falling down
it's taking us ages at turning the pages
the gap that we're filling, a trap that we're sealing
we'll turn all the lights out when we go