Voices from the well Sing the latest news. The river lost the race, Steps were rolling down the stairway. The ancient man above just Can?t make up his
My trumpets are down The wind callously composed The guitar is gone and the rest of the band transposed. But i stick to single notes And things i understand
May Day is rioting in the streets. The corner shop is closed; The pier had been torched. The act of creation changes skin, It should be time to buckle
A lucky charm made of wind is all I have; A jungle juice to shake my blood Is what I need I cried for the wolf that fed Remus and Romulus, 4/9 476 ? time
By the time he left the city, Through restless streets Already led astray, A promise faded north-side of the bridge; All these forgotten figures Carried
Spin and spin Twirl and twist, And cocoon. Motionless In comfy clothes, We dreamed; Browsed away in oceanic sentiments, We?d fly away, passing every continent
The blue hour whispers What we won?t say. Our steps won?t get lost In the city. We hid among the raindrops, Both thinking a bit too loud Of the Outland
The winter show was right on time, Windy days on a cliff. They were waiting by the shore, Frozen figures in the dark. I?m a thousand miles away From that
I fell just before. I don't know why. Just couldn't walk anymore, something in my way. Now my steps are smaller, a little smaller than before. So I will
We are travellers, we go far the only place we've never been to is where we are. And if our roads would cross some day I'm not sure we'd recognize our
I woke up at dawn, Not even the tide was up. Getting ready to run, But the last tune was fighting back. I opened my eyes, eventually, Not quite sure of
Our house in our castle On the hills the horees glow Nights in white elephant porcelain glory days Take them slow Despite all logic black magic and
A red line drawn upon the scene Indifference echoing through the screen Blinded by profanity it's a sin A gun shot is heard but no-one sees Using
Virgin mountains when l look around l hear them calling out for more I'm so excited to be here where the dots are in control Escalating, they fit in
Morning by night increase enlarge failure frightfully extends the heart The void and the matter engine one to hold and to scatter our vessel is throwing
The beautiful Elisabeth, Dachs by her feet and spirits rising high. A falcon and the whitest dove, With St. Martin?s luck And a taste for courtly love
You give, you get. Sometimes forget. A lot of things, no second strings. It's just that everything bends, it just depends on weight. You give, you get
I dropped a few shells on my way Far is the dune of the ruby sand, Where I would sit And watch the time stopping by. I crossed a village made of ice,
