1.609 Kilometer High Club

<|nbakketonemusikk> <|nb|><|nb|><|nb|>Same little seed, same little sign. Different numbers,

same old time. Window glow and a borrowed smile. Feels like we’ve been up here

awhile. They said change would feel precise. Nobody warned me it’d feel this

nice. One point six oh nine, kilometer high club. Everybody in line.

One point six oh nine, kilometer high club. Feeling just fine. Centimeters feel so

near. Milliseconds disappear. You don’t need miles to cross a line.

Just count it slower, take your time. Remember objects of desire

may shift during flight. One point sixty nine kilometer high club.