Almost There - From Indian Lakes, Soren Bryce

In the dark I feel warm enough

And I count my fingers out in front of my face

In my mind it’s a crowded room

And your bodies linger, and I’m not afraid

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

I’m almost there

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