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I need a taste I can almost face myself There is a way, a never-ending pavement cast Land on a date such a long, long way, way back Which has a crave for the path that ends in black I gotta fade another day I can taste it, I can feel it And you can have, you can have my face right now Standing back from the lapse Children are what you are Tim Gilbert weighs internally more than the scales say Carries a weight such that no eyes see in air Jean Nealy views from a place where time is flat She sees a haze that could penetrate more black She's gotta seize who sees And she wants to live in lightning God, shrinking multiplicity you are And you can have, you can have my fate right now Another grave, another blank Children are what you are Landscapes come and pass my way Vision goes in a car What you say, another day Above you, you mostly are And in the cradle, a newborn babe Is a dot in the war Spreads its wings, intervenes Human atop a star (Merci à Drou pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania