If I disappear, I'm lost
If I disappear, I'm lost

I looked up at the stars, i felt the limits of my arms
Crammed with an archive of almanacs
While you, my protector, put your arms on my back
I was wearing the thinnest sweater in the history of sweaters
Please tell me the history of sweaters
The history of being warm

I looked up to the clouds, i felt the language in my mouth
Soon on my tongue was a trove of text
I sang it to you then in our arcane dialect
Oh amanuensis, did you get this?
Let's delve into the atlas so that at least
We don't have to forget all the places we've put our heads

I want to remember it exactly but it can't be
So cross the crags and valleys if you can't find me
I want to remember it exactly but it can't be
So cross the stars and galaxies if you can't find me

I want to be found so badly