Instrument of Caducity Songtext
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A blink hardly to see.
A tree from the first root to the last fruit.
[Refrain]
Impossible for eyes to perceive,
all we see are the marks you leave.
The pace with which you go,
spans painfully fast and unbearably slow.
No matter how much you race,
you will catch us without grace.
You are the waiting, the impatience, the fading
of a moment, the holding on to some recollection.
[Refrain]
You are the instrument of caducity,
which lets us yearn for infinity.
[Refrain]
A tree from the first root to the last fruit.
[Refrain]
Impossible for eyes to perceive,
all we see are the marks you leave.
The pace with which you go,
spans painfully fast and unbearably slow.
No matter how much you race,
you will catch us without grace.
You are the waiting, the impatience, the fading
of a moment, the holding on to some recollection.
[Refrain]
You are the instrument of caducity,
which lets us yearn for infinity.
[Refrain]
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