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Sundays...are....slow.....days...for...me...

I'm ready to go back to bed. Why do I make stupid commitments to my friends?
I'm waiting for you to make your voice heard....so quiet in here I could scream.

(later)
...here we go...I'm getting good at the brave face.
....here we go..the bad news is coming...

the atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how:
the clouds above opened up and let it out.


I'm knowing what you're going to say. It's harder, just harder being in this place.

was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
when the water filled every hole.
and thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
making islands where no island should go.
oh no.


Not ready for your fallout, not ready for your sound

those people were overjoyed; they took to their boats.
i thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
the rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands
to your door have been silenced forever more

it's just long...so...big......all this distance. It's everywhere, between us, in us, around us..
the distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
it seems farther than ever before
oh no.


Calling you back to hear you say..

i need you so much closer
i need you so much closer
i need you so much closer...


You were never coming anyway.

so come on...come on
come on..come on..