If I disappear, I'm lost If I disappear, I'm lost I looked up at the stars I felt the limits of my arms Crammed with an archive of almanacs While you, my protector Put your arms on my back I was wearing the thinnest sweater In the history of sweaters Please tell me the history of sweaters The history of being warm I looked up to the clouds I felt the language in my mouth Soon my tongue was a trove of text I sang it to you then in our arcane dialect Oh amanuensis, did you get this? Let's delve into the atlas so that at least We don't have to forget All the places we've put our heads I want to remember it exactly, but it can't be So cross the crags and valleys if you can't find me I want to remember it exactly, but it can't be So cross the stars and galaxies if you can't find me I want to be found so badly