Текст песни A Departure (Live in Kingston, UK) - La Dispute
Night
fell
on
me
writing
this
and
I
ran
out
of
paper
So
I
crossed
the
name
out
at
the
top
of
the
page.
Not
sure
why
I'm
even
writing
this.
But
I
guess
it
feels
right.
It
sort
of
feels
like
I
have
to-like
an
exorcism.
I
guess
that
makes
me
sound
crazy
but
that's
alright.
Lately
I
feel
like
I
might
be,
not
that
I've
heard
any
voices
or
anything.
Just
like
that
everyday
kind,
where
you
forget
things
you
shouldn't
And
you
think
too
much
about
death.
Maybe
you
know
what
I'm
talking
about.
Or
maybe
you
would
have
known?
Or
had
known?
Is
it
once
knew?
I
don't
know
what
tense
to
use.
I
know
I
never
used
to
feel
like
this.
I
used
to
never
think
of
death
or
hear
voices.
I
used
to
feel
Like
everything
was
perfectly
in
order,
a
normal
life,
But
I
guess
then
came
a
departure.
That
I
know
you
understand
(or
would've
understood?).
I
guess
things
changed
after
that,
and
I'm
mostly
scared
now.
But
it's
there
in
the
stories,
or
whatever
they
are.
You
can
see
it.
Anybody
could
if
they
could
Look.
I
wrote
some
notes
in
the
margins
explaining
it.
The
rest
is
in
between
lines
or
in
the
fine
Print.
First,
the
feeling
of
abandonment,
then
trying
to
cope.
Then
death
and
hope
and
the
thing
Itself,
waiting
for
me.
It's
all
there
in
the
pages
ahead
of
here.
It's
there
waiting
for
you.
Or
for
me.
I'm
not
sure.
The
whole
story.
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