The Muses flee ... pulse keys making too much noise.
doubt I see the other side of the window.
do not know whether to go through the crack in your eyes or the hollow of your mouth ...
I sit on the carpet, let's think ...
I see mirages on the PC screen and shadows in the kitchen.
I walk down the hall and turn on the lights along the road.
socks feel the cold, decided to fall.
I open a drawer and spent thousands of birds flying to listen.
Wings and westerly winds, lack the taste of salt.
Make a suitcase, a couple of shirts and some old pants.
doubt I see the other side of the window.
do not know whether to go through the crack in your eyes or the hollow of your mouth ...
I sit on the carpet, let's think ...
I see mirages on the PC screen and shadows in the kitchen.
I walk down the hall and turn on the lights along the road.
socks feel the cold, decided to fall.
I open a drawer and spent thousands of birds flying to listen.
Wings and westerly winds, lack the taste of salt.
Make a suitcase, a couple of shirts and some old pants.
Fly meter (as always) to take the train: a ticket to nowhere .
I sink into the seat listening four chords.
Next stop: spring.
I hooked the clothes of ordinary people on looks.
I dance in the rain, bartender a beer.
The sun rises and flee alone ... I take my punishment.
still do not know the end of the story ...
I sink into the seat listening four chords.
Next stop: spring.
I hooked the clothes of ordinary people on looks.
I dance in the rain, bartender a beer.
The sun rises and flee alone ... I take my punishment.
still do not know the end of the story ...
