Chvrches concert; June 8, 2016.

When the bass replaces your heartbeat,
Breathe deep and let go
Of every boundary you’ve ever built,
Of all solitude inside your soul
And watch your thoughts turn to gold.
Every time they sing, inhale;
Displace the oxygen with light.
I’m not perfect but I can carry a tune,
And knowing you,
You’ll help me carry it home.


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