And the ripped ones say goodbye
While the others meet
At least they're shared
And the ripped ones never collide
While the others...
4 9 5 3 1...
I keep going over and over around in my head in a feedback loop.
i've carried it down from the mountain, back from the ocean in this pursuit.
watch yourself moving again with out control, it's deja vu.
watch yourself losing a friend as you keep passing, rolling through.
Inable, not-trusting of its external forces.
unstable, adjusting.. your plotting different courses.
you mapped - which would be your route across the deepest sky.
you chose the stars, the constellations you'd stopping by.
they cheer for him, from a distance with a distorted lens.
they sneer at his coexistance, from which he defends.
this task he's undertaken. his home he has forgotten.
his thoughts yet to waken. his mind is rotten.
pero, hablé con un loro.. un secreto lleno de oro.
lloré con un loro.. las lagrimas para ti
hablé con un loro.. un secreto lleno de oro.
lloré con un loro.. las lagrimas para mi.
from True North,
released February 29, 2012
Original song written by Pinback
New lyrics & arrangement written by C. Vincent Plummer