The body keeps score.
Even with its eyes closed
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
Demanding payment and
A white suit is always a good idea.
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.
I’m gonna eat ramen tonight like seriously f it.