Testo A Time To Be Small

A time to be so small Bottom of the ocean Saw him under the boat Saw you making knots Saw you get the rope A boy appearing on the deck Making it lurch Bubble of your interests Ready to burst He whistles and he runs Saw you in distraction of Sleeping slow despair Bursting in a rapture But he wasn't even there Feature is a creature Though you wish you were the wind Boat will not stop moving If you tie him up until the end He whistles and he runs so hold him fast Pray the lord the wants to let it last He might succumb to what you haven't seen He has a keen eye for what you didn't see when the cadaverous mobs In the doors to the tent And man, meanwhile you cannot be I want you to be there When he gets to the end Have to find a way