Jostle Songtext
von Breton

To save itself from passing rays
To gauge a sense of perfect phase
To stretch a point
The depths of which were lost

The strands
The frame
The reverence
The scans
The waiting precedence
The speech
The form
The roads I may have lost
To save itself from passing rays
To gauge a sense of perfect phase
To stretch a point
The depths of which were lost


Marked out in high vis
To stay blended in
Strain on your iris
And two thirds of skin
Kindly distracts
From the points that were made
It′s vital these stacks of the forms be mislaid

Marked out in high vis
To stay blended in
Strain on your iris
And two thirds of skin
Kindly distracts
From the points that were made
It's vital these stacks of the forms be mislaid


The strands
The frame
The reverence
The scans
The waiting precedence
The speech
The form
The roads I may have lost
Marked out in high vis
To stay blended in
Marked out in high vis
To stay blended in
Marked out in high vis
To stay blended in
Marked out in high vis
To stay blended in
Marked out in high vis
To stay blended in
Strain on your iris
And two thirds of skin
Kindly distracts
From the points that were made
It′s vital these stacks of the forms be mislaid

Marked out in high vis
To stay blended in
Strain on your iris
And two thirds of skin
Kindly distracts
From the points that were made
It's vital these stacks of the forms be mislaid