Testo Counting Fish

Hard to see it, but the fish don't move.
It's pouring out its whole inside.
I remember that his voice sounds like you,
like a fish barely moving.

Hard to see it but the fools inside;
he's in the kitchen and my hearts inspired.
I remember that his voice sounds like you, sounds like you.

What you are and I'm stuck in such an awful mood.
Not a feeling going on inside, just a whisper of the horrible news fit in with all the rest
just to fill up my wounds, make them better over time.
What you are, how you feel, how you move, what you are.

Hard to see it but you lighten the mood, too many feelings going on inside…
just a whisper of the horrible news fit in with all the rest,
just to fill up my wounds, makes them better over time.
What you are, how you feel, how you move, what you are…

Feeling normal... alright, another soft anointment filling up all the holes in life.
Shredded language is fine, another frost bit feeling keeping up when my heads alive. Didn't want to leave... I didn't want to leave another peace in the reservoir.
I wanted to feel like I made it counting fish.
In all my life no one’s for nothing,
so it's contagious,
just like your smile.
In all the times I'm feeling below the room,
makes like a moment locked in the mood.
And all my sunshine is put into measuring cups
days of the rain gone, no feeling belated.