Atlas: Body
A feather is a ton of bricks
Or maybe I'm too sensitive
I don't know
All I can say is this
From now on I'll try to listen to intuition
Oh, there's a magic in our bones
Oh, a north star in our soul
Oh, that remembers our way home
There's a magic in our bones
No, I don't have a script for this
But I know the right words exist somewhere
And I just need more time
I know, I know, I'm asking for the moon
But I must listen to intuition
Believe me, I only want what's right
Oh, there's a magic in our bones
Oh, a north star in our soul
Oh, that remembers our way home
God, it's easy to forget
There's a magic in all of this
It's so easy to forget
It's so easy to forget
There's magic in all of this
There's a magic in our bones
A north star in our soul
That remembers our way home
God, it's easy to forget
There's a magic in all of this
There's a magic in all of this