Are we all of us untrained?
How do we open arms of giving?
We make these unions on our own
Did you swallow up some spirit?

But I should have gone
To see you go
I should have gone
To see you

At the hospital
Words were dripping from your mouth
Why can’t you stay?
I should have gone to see you go
I should have gone to see you go

[Intro: Quadeca]
Fra-Fractions of infinity

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
When's the last time you let yourself think?
I might be gone every time I let myself blink
I wouldn't say I was surprised
On the eighty-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, with 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, with 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)