Two hundred and twenty six days or eight weeks
That’s what the fortune teller gave me
And all that’s left, together in silence
That’s what she gave me
A figure eight
She’s lying awake on the bathroom floor
All I take
Leaves me prying at the closing doors
Wordless space
Somewhere north of nothing anymore, more
Two hundred and twenty six days
Forget the fragments that you made
All that’s left
Together in togetherness
That’s what she gave me
A figure eight
She’s lying awake on the bathroom floor
All I take
Leaves me prying at the closing doors
Wordless space
Somewhere north of nothing anymore, more
To wonder and count the ways in which a fate speaks
The gypsy smiled at the cards before me
And all that’s left
Together in loneliness
Yeah that’s what she gave us
A figure eight
She’s lying awake on the bathroom floor
All I take
Leaves me prying at the closing doors
Wordless space
Somewhere north of nothing anymore, more
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