From the recording Patterns

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Lyrics

bleeding streaking skies plotting your demise
does it matter
when you say what you say
you're still limited by laws of language and its flaws anyway

nobody else could make me feel this way

counting secret miles take off for awhile
does it matter
when you go when you're gone
and your words are obsolete and strangely incomplete when you say

nobody else could make me feel this way