Songtext von 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