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"Slow"

Slow 
Would be the tempo of the restless soul
He's seen what a listless life can bring
Wait, and then waits until he's waiting for
The latency of everything

Slow
Would be the rhythm of the hummingbird
The quick speed in the shutter of his eyes
On flowers you will prose and he will spit the words   
On how the world will slowly pass you by

Slow
And tiredness of your control
Of the moment that is nearly standing still
Delayed for a minute and not a second more
Unphased like a forbidden thrill

Gently behind the beat
We shuffle on ancient streets
The reverb of time 
Is our vantage point
We slept for a million years
Lived through a million fears
We are not nervous 
We will not ask for more

If you can slow up
I'm gonna slow up too

Slow
Like the kissing of a lazy cheek
Like the limit and the deadline of the rush
And words, words waiting for you to speak
Or getting lost in your eternal crush

Slow 
Would be the temple of the restless mind
He's seen what a listless life can bring 
And wait and then he waits until he's waiting for
The latency of everything

Gently behind the beat
We shuffle on ancient streets
The reverb of time 
Is our vantage point
We slept for a million years
Lived through a million fears
We are not nervous 
We will not ask for more

Pawns of troubled times
And kings of our petty crimes
The minds will function
With a small delay
See what the past has planned
The future's a beggar's hand  
The more we understand
The slower our days

If you can slow up
I'm gonna slow up too