Sport of Form
by The Armed
From the album: Perfect Saviors
Duration: 3:26
Lyrics for Sport of Form
Oh, so perfect, self-aware A curation unflawed Iteration, or one of kind? A distinction so hard to explain Sport of form, state of grace Tow a line, keep a faith Never die, never fade From a waiter, from a friend From a long-lost time Half erased, different lives Same old place Tow a line, test some faith Never die, never fade Always time to watch seashells drowning Is it cynical? Are they drowning? When it's hard to explain Never die, never fade When you're longing to break Draw the line, never trace Yeah Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care? Does anyone even know you? Does anyone even care?