Quiet (feat. Odile)
Men I Trust
Easy and composed Retired in some place Containing its mood From urging its pace Shoulders and neck Are much more at rest When numbers are small And grasp you, I shall And then I breathe Intone And I rest Alone I breathe Intone And I rest Fingers clap. Snap! Was it my turn Add my tepid talk To the rowdy flock? I care only to loose Myself in reserve If waves around clash I leave in mild thoughts And then I breathe Intone And I rest Alone I breathe Intone And I rest