| In the hand and in the sleight, all the cruel tricks of the light
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| And in the cancel of the hum, in the ringing finally gone
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| You cool my blood until it creeps
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| Build the tension and release under an inter-constellation fracas
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| We are getting older, are getting older and slower…
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| A slow wave and slower in motion
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| You crash with music and maths, syllables and graphs
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| Braving the elements to swim
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| A cold current to carry me in, I’m ready to begin again
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| I’m ready to begin again
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| Now and every shining time you were ghostly and mine
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| I was the pallor of your dreams and a harbour of fears
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| I’ll be a cheat, be a lay, these no halcyon days
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| And a heart caught in suspended animation
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| And getting slower, getting older, slower
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| A slow wave and slower in motion
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| You crash with music and maths, syllables and graphs
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| Braving the elements to swim
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| A cold current to carry me in, I’m ready to begin again
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| I’m ready to begin again |