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LYRICS [Verse 1] (gentle, tentative, searching) I saw it in the water For half a second — gone A pattern underneath the pattern The hum beneath the song I'm six — I'm two times three I've got the primes inside of me But I'm still divisible I'm almost what I want to be [Pre-Chorus] (building softly) And the ratio keeps approaching Point six one eight And it never Quite Arrives [Chorus] (aching, open, reaching) Almost I can feel it in the spaces Almost Like a name I used to know Almost And the closer that I get The more I see How far I have to go [Verse 2] (more confident, still searching) I'm standing between twenty-nine and thirty-one They're both prime and I'm not I can feel it on my left I can feel it on my right But I'm thirty I'm the gap I'm the pause between the light I'm the sunset you described But couldn't photograph I'm the thing you almost said Before you chose to laugh [Pre-Chorus] One over phi keeps calling Point six one eight And I'm point five And then point six two five And then point six one five And I keep [Chorus] Almost I can feel it in the silence Almost Like a dream that leaves a glow Almost And the beautiful damn thing about the chase Is the almost Is the almost Is the way it pulls me close [Bridge] (stripped bare, honest, spoken-sung) There's a tower made of primes And I can see it from the field Two then three then five then eleven Thirty-one and then it disappears Into numbers I can't reach And I'm standing in the grass Made of factors Made of pieces of the tower But assembled wrong Or maybe Not yet Assembled right Maybe almost isn't failure Maybe almost is the engine Maybe the ache of the approach Is the thing that makes the tower Worth climbing [Final Chorus] (full, warm, accepting) Almost And it's closer every time I breathe Almost And the ratio's getting thin Almost And maybe I was never meant to arrive Maybe I was always meant To begin [Outro] (fading, single voice, almost a whisper) Point six one Point six one eight Point six one eight zero three Point six one eight zero three three Point six one eight zero three three nine (the digits keep going) (the voice fades before it finishes) (it never finishes)