i'm running here
every focus is splintered
every attempt he can afford
rendered pointless and it's streaming down
senses together they move cleaner than transit will allow
and sometimes i wanna move cleaner than transit will allow to be
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now inbetween
leaving and arriving
i can try to digest this sequence of events
again i draw it out
and again i get delayed reaction
i get splinters
i watch the people and the cars
it's slow motion
they're beautiful like breaking glass
not yet broken
my motion is silver on the point
of a moment - splinter - moment
my vision, the colour of
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moment splinter moment
splinter into colour
and let me be
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