Dancing On My Own – Calum Scott (Acoustic)
what a beautiful mind we have,
that mix of salt and electrolytes,
the blood,
all those delicate electric signals — running end to end,
the warm, fresh bulk-a-flesh,
all,
have us collectively feel the altitude, the footing of highs and lows of our lives.
… even love, even your fucking sadness.
what a beautiful mind we have,
for holy-mother,
she owns, she drives our lives — that closest, the one and only proof of our real existence.
doesn’t she, miss, mister?