[Verse 1]
Contact, always mapped
Count out the pieces to keep it in tact
Four coins on the floor
A charm to keep calm
With a choice to ignore

Seasons pass in a glance
Relics from days on the graph
Holding firm in my hand
Proof to echo the sound

Proof to echo the sound
Proof to echo the sound
I know mine

[Chorus]
Simple in the line
Transport the bad thoughts
Practice seals it safe
Inside can be contained

[Verse 2]
The surface feels safe
Under the strain
Familiar shapes
Trusted doorways through
To where
Given a space
Without constant questions
Relying on time
To move all the fences

[Chorus]