Paroles de 'Temporal Dominoes' par Marian Call

He likes the smell of the incense
She likes her Indian food
The sweltering subway so intense
Not a gesture is left unpursued
'Cause they're not in the mood to miss miracles
Culling their half-baked assumptions
Paradigms toppling untried
Demolishing decades-old hunches
With their eyes all unraveled and wide
At the top of the tide
And nowhere to hide

Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky
Stuttering syllables strung out to dry
When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly
She mustered the mettle to try

Hostels to harbor them homeless
Fishing holes dawning in dew
Tapping the glass on the compass
Getting lost in the accents of blue
On the margins of true
Staring skyward
Training from Oxford to Cardiff
At ear-popping edges of speed
Heads all a-scatter and starry
What we want, what we mean, what we need
They can no more misread

Once you know what you know
Then you know how you know that you

Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky
Spiraling syllables strung out to dry
When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly
She mustered the mettle to try

And the stars will keep spinning if nobody sees them
And the moon will keep drawing the ocean apart
If you're smothered in cities of fragile agreement
Then pack your bags yesterday yesterday yesterday
Tie down your heart and start to -- hiyiyi

He likes the smell of the incense
She likes her Indian food
We're tourists in search of the blessings and curses of messes and motion
And strangers and spectacle -- we're
Catching our breaths before galaxies
Galloping glimpses of art

Temporal dominoes stacked to the sky
Spiritual syllables strung out to dry
When he dammed up the river of reasons that fish couldn't fly
She mustered the mettle to try

The days are just dominoes stacked to the sky
And towers do topple, so brace yourself by
If you're swamped in the swelter of reasons to never ask why
Look to the sky
Look to the sky