fractions of infinity

Lyrics

[Intro: Quadeca] Fra-Fractions of infinity [Verse 1: Quadeca] When's the last time you let yourself think? I might be gone every timeIlet myself blink Iwouldn't say I was surprised On theeighty-second time When's the last time your love was unrequited? I know I showed up to the party uninvited It's getting hard for me to hide (Show me how you'll sentence me) Running out the light (Divided divinity) [Chorus: Quadeca] Tell me You think it's all in your head You might be already dead It's funny when you think about it all again [Verse 2: Quadeca] Been afraid of nothing for so long That's why I'm stuck with it But nothing is gonna change Until I change what nothing is, and it's— Fractions of infinity Fractions of infinity Show me how you'll sentence me Divided divinity [Chorus: Quadeca] Tell me You think it's all in your head You might be already dead It's funny when you think about it all again [Bridge: Quadeca, Quadeca & Sunday Service Choir] Every time I miss you I hear a voice without a face (Face) And every time I'm with you The clock hands wave me out of place Those words don't do you justice, uh Those words don't do you justice, huh [Verse 3: Quadeca] I see my life inside your hands Walls cave in when you start to pray I've seen all I'll ever understand Wouldn't make sense in another way I think I hit my target weight Got exorcised while I stood in place Got every time that I couldn't trace, yeah Got restless eyes, they don't look away It emphasized that I shouldn't stay, okay, okay Uh, based on what? Rippin' up projector screens The director screamin' "Cut" Uh, yeah, based on what? Take twenty-three, let's get this scene and then it'll be enough, right? Throw some grain on if you can, and that is that I'm in that space between your hands about to clap Those walls are caving in, and, they say, "Congratulations, that's a wrap" [Chorus: Quadeca, Quadeca & Sunday Service Choir] Tell me You think it's all in your head You might be already dead It's funny when you think about it all again [Outro: Sunday Service Choir, Quadeca] Those words don't do you justice (Oh, yeah, yeah) Those words don't do you justice Those words don't do you justice (Oh, yeah, oh) Those words don't do you justice Those words don't do you justice (Oh, yeah) Those words don't do you justice Those words don't do you justice (Fractions of infinity) Those words don't do you justice (Show me how you'll sentence me) Those words don't do you justice (Those words don't— justice)