than just a memory No one knows what lies ahead All things failed and never said We're passing to poetry for every moment, for everything
More than just a memory No one knows what lies ahead All things failed and never said We're passing to poetry for every moment, for everything
walls Late night curtain calls are heard by skeletons in closets Man they'll reach out and grab your hands 'Cause you've got grace on a bad day 'Cause you've got grace
home, second car second woman on his arm, second bottle from the bar Good life, even though he got it he don't get it 'Cause he livin' for the moment but this moment
Let us paint your inner vision Drop the curtains and absorb this sonic invasion. Sensorial Theatre of the non-seen, This illusionary moment, our cosmic
