Testo di Slow by Still

it's sad attraction that causes us torment and my predictions are suffering, at best operation "connect-your-feet-to-the-floor" is stealing heartbeats away and closing doors must we defend the need to pretend? correction! nothing is set for us, and i'm convinced departure engages us to try and find direction without a crutch to perform a sad perception that goes on unexplored a stale emotion, a partner on a string prepared attraction, and severed with a ring now: i'm reluctance, and you're integrity a dialogue reads "it's all we know" grand insight cannot feel this dead it's how we dive and descend this is a pact we've made to discover eachother we're building alone it's fair to think that time's the instrument apply the talent - expanding infinite.