Noam Weinstein - 98.6 Lyrics

Nine eight point six fahrenheit somehow doesn't feel quite right
Ninety eight point 6 somehow doesn't feel quite right right now

Now the past is one big blur of healthy human temperature
Sun it used to hit the spot, not too cold, no, not too hot

98 point 6 fahrenheit somehow doesn't feel quite right
A straight 9 8 point 6 degrees makes me shakey in the knees

Oil and water, i'm not sold, but she got hotter, we grew cold
Coincidence, well don't ask me, god knows my biology

Maybe to be a true believer
You need a deep frost or at least a small fever
To feel the seasons like you've been rooted in the soil
Maybe you need your flesh to freeze, your blood to boil

Cuz if it's singing i can't hear it
Mum's the sanctum of the spirit
Til she whispers sweet and softly
The phrase that flows through everybody

And nine eight point six fahrenheit suddenly starts to feel alright
98.6 somehow suddenly feels alright right now