
Date of issue: 17.11.2008
Record label: anticon
Song language: English
Sleeping Torpor |
It did not happen in a day |
We hummingbirds said, «Father don’t |
You could do the right thing |
You could turn around.» |
He called our names and 1, 2, 3 |
We slipped into the snow boots |
Stood behind the coats hanging lowest |
In the closet racks |
I moved and made a sound |
The hangers jangled |
Did he hear the metal clattering? |
And had I given us away? |
I’d given us away |
We waited side by side |
We could hear your soles squeak |
We could feel the ground shake |
We tightly closed our eyes |
You found us, you were right this time |
How did you know? |
We were curled in sleeping torpor |
We dreamed of flying up where the exhausted die |
You found us, you were right this time |
How did you know? |
Pinned behind the pantry with the vacuum |
Pancaked underneath the bed means dead |
Nestled between the ladle, with the pots and pans |
My heart beats and beats |
And I can hear it like a drum in my head |
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