Pitch Black Space
from The More by Marybell Katastrophy
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lyrics
There is still a more striking experience,
of unreality than night provides,
Hand full of sheered paper
During sleep on the other hand,
I hold the world present to me,
In order to keep it at a distance,
Hand full of sheered paper
Pitch, black space I am in
You see them walking around the park again
Hold your tongue, just another friend,
Like a walk around the park again,
Hand full of sheered paper
During sleep on the other hand,
I hold the world present to me,
In order to keep it at a distance,
Pitch, black space I’m in
They ain’t talking but whispering haven’t you heard
Talk is cheap my friend,
Like a walk around the park again
The bird, which hovers, falls and becomes like a hand full of ash,
Does not hover and fall in physical space,
It rises and falls with the existential tide running through it,
Or again it is a pulse of my existence
of unreality than night provides,
Hand full of sheered paper
During sleep on the other hand,
I hold the world present to me,
In order to keep it at a distance,
Hand full of sheered paper
Pitch, black space I am in
You see them walking around the park again
Hold your tongue, just another friend,
Like a walk around the park again,
Hand full of sheered paper
During sleep on the other hand,
I hold the world present to me,
In order to keep it at a distance,
Pitch, black space I’m in
They ain’t talking but whispering haven’t you heard
Talk is cheap my friend,
Like a walk around the park again
The bird, which hovers, falls and becomes like a hand full of ash,
Does not hover and fall in physical space,
It rises and falls with the existential tide running through it,
Or again it is a pulse of my existence
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from The More,
track released November 24, 2008
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