The body keeps score. Even with its eyes closed And asleep It is breathing numbers They are not numbers we know of We survive by not knowing And it holds the memory for us In case we return With our eyes open with a tally card In hand Demanding payment and Reprieve
A white suit is always a good idea. Via @nycbambi
I listen to this album at work. The song is a slow build and it begins at 3:17 mark. So pretty. All hail the alumni of AIR.