00000 Million - Recorded at Spotify Studios NYC

Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
 Who knows how many poses that I've been in?
 But then the main closest, hark! It gives meaning mine
 I cannot really post this, I feel the signs
 I worry about rain and I worry about lightning
 But I watched them off to the light of the morning
 Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
 Where the days have no numbers
 If it's harming, harming, harming, I let it in
 Oh, the old motives out to be leading life
 So, comes the opponents, deemed to strive
 A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
 Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
 I hurry 'bout shame and I worry 'bout a worn path
 And I wander off, just to come back home
 Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
 'Cause the days have no numbers
 So, I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
 Suppose you can't hold shit, how high I've been
 What a river don't know is to climb out and heed a line
 To slow among roses or stay behind
 I've been to that grove
 Where no matter the source is
 And I walked it off, how long I'd last
 Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
 When the days have no numbers
 Well, if it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in
 
 Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
 Who knows how many poses that I've been in?
 But then the main closest, hark! It gives meaning mine
 I cannot really post this, I feel the signs
 I worry about rain and I worry about lightning
 But I watched them off to the light of the morning
 Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
 Where the days have no numbers
 If it's harming, harming, harming, I let it in
 Oh, the old motives out to be leading life
 So, comes the opponents, deemed to strive
 A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
 Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
 I hurry 'bout shame and I worry 'bout a worn path
 And I wander off, just to come back home
 Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
 'Cause the days have no numbers
 So, I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
 Suppose you can't hold shit, how high I've been
 What a river don't know is to climb out and heed a line
 To slow among roses or stay behind
 I've been to that grove
 Where no matter the source is
 And I walked it off, how long I'd last
 Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
 When the days have no numbers
 Well, if it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in
 
 Must've been forces, that took me on them wild courses
 Who knows how many poses that I've been in?
 But then the main closest, hark! It gives meaning mine
 I cannot really post this, I feel the signs
 I worry about rain and I worry about lightning
 But I watched them off to the light of the morning
 Marking the slope, slung low in the highlands
 Where the days have no numbers
 If it's harming, harming, harming, I let it in
 Oh, the old motives out to be leading life
 So, comes the opponents, deemed to strive
 A word about Gnosis: it ain't gonna buy the groceries
 Or middle-out locusts, or weigh to find
 I hurry 'bout shame and I worry 'bout a worn path
 And I wander off, just to come back home
 Turning to waltz, hold high in the lowlands
 'Cause the days have no numbers
 So, I can depose this, partial to the bleeding vines
 Suppose you can't hold shit, how high I've been
 What a river don't know is to climb out and heed a line
 To slow among roses or stay behind
 I've been to that grove
 Where no matter the source is
 And I walked it off, how long I'd last
 Sore-ring to cope, whole band on the canyon
 When the days have no numbers
 Well, if it harms me, it harms me, it harms me, I'll let it in