I re-count the black days recollect some circumstances even though it takes my sleep I recall the black days the mismatches and the end of some affairs I recall the black days between zenith and nadir is there a pattern anywhere? I recall the black days the blackest one it's not the last one but it's there
and somewhere down there I'm smiling still smiling I'm smiling from the bottom of my shapeless soul I'm smiling anyway
I recount the black days wade through all the shadows even so it takes my sleep I recall the black days the cuts and the recovery from unnecessary growth I recall the black days as maybe grim and melanized but also colourful
and somewhere down there I'm smiling still smiling I'm smiling from the bottom of my fairtrade soul I'm smiling …