Original lyrics
ENIf it wasn't for numbers wed be awkward
If it wasn't for language wed make sense
I think that the 7s will complete us
I think that the 7s will destroy us
This tactile history
Is only a memory
As foggy as it can be
Simultaneous contradictions
Hands holding the makeshift void
Tongues collapse for moment x
And I don't care about
Nothing is ever really true
This tactile history
Is only a memory
As foggy as it can be
(x2)
