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