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Setting (demo)

from Forethought (demos) by Firefoot

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How soon will the setting sun
Focus my face towards the distant dawn?
And how late will I stay and wait,
To cleanse my skin with its oily rays?
When will I move my rusted bones?

How blue must the sky's hue show,
For it to convince me it's akin to your glow?
And how tall must my good friend, the spruce grow,
For its tallest branch to lift me like your finger to my
Jaw, jaw.

And fingering slowly my creaking bones,
A burrowed gut below my throat.
Still, nothing to crease my wrinkled lungs.

And it won't be some tragedy that forces me to fall,
It will be the bad reception on the radio,
That brings this feeling out of me,
And turns my bones to stone.

And I will take a long time,
To get where I belong.

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from Forethought (demos), released October 15, 2010

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