Anabacus (Ohbijou)

Oh sweet child oh endearing light to whom may I direct this sinking the urges me to swirl and twist in childish fits. I read your ribs like an abacus. My body lies limp softly angled in a plea for your affection So I’ll rise like the morning in light so charming you can’t resist. I read your ribs like an abacus. I read your ribs like an abacus. You know you know.