Duress - Cultfever

In a basement room I always came through\nWas the brighter bulb stooge on a stage for two.\nFor all our tricks, I promise you this\nI will put it in a song for you.\nNow the space we dreamed stays so vivid to me\nLike a night-time scene from a smaller green.\nHow could I explain to anyone new that a place that moved meant everything?\nAnd its not so much that were under great duress\nWas just in the nature of things, I guess.\nLifes been slowly gathering\nAnd time feels slow -- know you know what I mean.\nHow you came from where you were\nWill always be undamaged to me.\nThere was a reason you wanted money.\nIt was the reason I needed to move.\nTo plant a private pot for running\nAll that running weve been known to do.\nAnd its not so much that were under great duress\nWas just in the nature of things, I guess.\nLife-size rocks to a choppy lake\nIn a windy city that made our limbs shake\nAnd you and I on shore watching the moon.\nI worry you wont recall its shape.\nBut one time alone on a casual stroll\nA thousand gnats gathered near our pupils.\nThough sun-showered they unsettled my skin\nBut you said they were a miracle.