Semaphore

If simple I'll be that I'll tell to tell And if the wise could reveal themselves We could begin to dress the ins and outs The horizon of our lake As if the force of it can be controlled As if sight is an object we can hold Our voices float above the depths of it What we cannot permeate Come to my door Won't you liven me up with color? Put your pen and paper away I have no need for you to guess my age I can tie my own laces Find the solace I seek in other places But I cannot need you more Too far gone for semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore The sight of red's a cause for new alarm The sound I make can only go so far Today the only thing that I can do Is wait for you And in this lingering uncertainty The voice across the waves agrees with me We pay very oppressed to be free And I wonder if it is enough Come to my door Won't you liven me up with color? Put your pen and paper away I have no need for you to guess my age I can tie my own laces Find the solace I seek in other places But I cannot need you more Too far gone for semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore (gone for the semaphore) Too far gone for the semaphore Too far gone for the semaphore (gone for the semaphore) Too far gone for the semaphore And if the force of it can be revealed We had beheld until it even still What we cannot keep and what we cannot kill What we cannot communicate It is the quiet voice that says it best There is no certainty the preciousness We have a friend who holds us in his grasp And someday he'll be gone

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