Текст Thursday – Millimeter

There’s a bullet in my bag
And it tells me what to think
In the middle of the night
When I can’t sleep

There’s a body in my bed
Telling me to stand
In the middle of the fire
Where I can’t breathe
There’s a body in my bed
Sleeping softly.
Then the day comes on
And something’s off
A millimeter.
Sometimes close is not close enough:
Millimeter.

When the numbers are run
The measure’s off a millimeter.
We run for miles to come up short
By a millimeter.