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Kids donât learn to write their cursive letters here anymore.
Fingers more than nimble, and recall's in the frost.
Oh all these schools of lisping children,
singing rhymes to their dad.
What of words in cracked communion? Noble, silent, and bare.
Come apart like needles, and we donât know the names of
All these trees up on the island,
donât they just look the same?
Why donât you ever look up to the sky?
Windows are shuttered, you cover your eye
Donât see a reason for keeping in time.
What of films of Joseph Cotten, angles shot from on high?
None of us remembers the details of the plot, but
We found black and white romantic,
now youâre left with the thoughtâ¦
Why donât you ever look up to the sky?
Windows are shuttered, you cover your eye
Donât see a reason for keeping in time,
youâre always distracted, the devil in signs.