and the sun, may be long gone, lost to the memories we’ve found. it seems that everything that goes around, comes around here… seems that everything that stays here, somehow gets me down. it seems about time we let this all go, cos everything will start new again, everything just goes away my friend.
i make all that i believe in dreams so real. i set myself free.
i can’t fake the daytime, i found an entrance to escape into the dark. i’ve got false lights for the sun - it’s an artificial nocturne.
free falling ~
when you’re alone, you’ll ask yourself things… i bet you were not even thinking all these things. some time it’s all gonna be clear to you. i want everything to be so clean. so clean.
gillian zinser || planet blue || foam