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The Scientists

 

The Scientists

(álbum: Downward Is Heavenward - 1998)


Electrified and lit up by an outline of herself, and smiling now as only she can be.
She said I made some new connections to astound them all in ways we've never dreamed about.
Her lovely hand is glowing from a light inside itself, from soaking in the esters stacked for miles on a single shelf.
Holding my eyes still so she can see all the super-undercover custom hybrids got to me.

It's too much, you're too late, I want to see it all again.
She says keep this benzene ring around your finger, and think of me when everything you wanted starts to end.

And I saw living lusters form in pools beneath her feet, invertebrates that only she can see.
And I said what on Earth are all these ampoules for, she says exactly, we're not gonna wait around here anymore.

Systems back down slow, watch the dust cloud we send, and I will keep you, I will keep you to the end.
Set your head back low, watch my ears ring, I will take care of you, I will take care of everything.

Systems back down slow, watch the dust cloud we send, and I will keep you, I will keep you to the end.
Set your head back low, watch my ears ring, I will take care of you, I will take care of everything.

It's too much, you're too late, too much, you're too late.
Piloting my head spins to the ground, and I think I see myself again through the pinhole,
but the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
And the pinhole captures all of you.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.
Too much, you're too late.

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