Quiet (feat. Odile)

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