Ones And Zeros
Thirteen Senses / Will South
I know your bodys like a cloud
Floating around the softer side of things you know
I know you like to let it out
For me it's just a kind of pressure coming out
Oh no how did it come to this
Making you way back home
Thinking oh no what is it about this
Trying to break the cold
I bet there's something in the air
A tiny drug to keep our bodies unaware
This little fractures wearing out
For me it's nothing but the numbers adding up
Oh no how did it come to this
Making you way back home
Thinking oh no what is it about this
Trying to break the cold