This season is for going back to the sea
Where nothing is certain, to rinse off old parts of me
Towelling my clean skin, powerful washing away
I always want outlines, I head for the shore
Beg for the road signs that I had before
But that wasn't joy, amnesia, babe, that was pain
And pain will be on every map, just like north is
And pain will be in every year, just like August
And if you get everything right, then there's nothing else left, left
Remember that magical thing that you found that said
"From this point forth, I am sticking around
I am coming with you, I'm gonna show up in your shape"?
You can pick your grace out of the crowd
You've done it before and it made you so loud
Then it taught you that lesson about breathing, babe, when it failed
Failure is on every map, just like north is
Failure is in every year, just like August
You had to be ugly before you were gorgeous
Balancing tiger with rhythm of tortoise
Here in your (Chest) chest, (Chest) chest, chest
You're not gonna blow it 'cause slowness is calling
You don't have to know where your feet will be falling
If you get everything right, then there's nothing else left, left
If you get everything right, then there's nothing else left, left
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