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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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there is glass between our touch, |
| [00:29.31] |
phantom limbs of former love... |
| [00:35.21] |
and the truth is that I am so terrified |
| [00:53.29] |
that the callous is deeper |
| [00:56.93] |
than the surface of our skin. |
| [01:03.90] |
and it takes us twice as long, |
| [01:09.36] |
it takes us twice as long to heal. |
| [01:25.18] |
we'll lift up the ground to see |
| [01:31.24] |
the system of roots beneath. |
| [01:36.20] |
gears turn, endlessly, |
| [01:41.66] |
to bring the world back to life |
| [01:46.55] |
like clockwork, when it dies. |
| [01:58.42] |
the cadence of beating hearts, |
| [02:04.33] |
the click of its moving parts |
| [02:09.04] |
grows louder and louder |
| [02:14.44] |
from this restless earth... |
| [02:19.90] |
future gardens wait patiently below |
| [02:30.16] |
and somehow we smell them blossom |
| [02:38.19] |
through the snow. |
| [02:46.33] |
still unsatisfied, |
| [02:51.54] |
we chase what we're denied. |
| [02:56.64] |
as generations wait, |
| [03:01.94] |
we can't resist the taste of possibility. |
| [03:11.60] |
gears turn, endlessly, |
| [03:16.53] |
to bring us back to life again. |
| [03:21.63] |
like clockwork, we begin. |
