Night rise
Like the evening prize
In a turnstile
backwards we fly
Cold bones
Tied together by
Black ropes
we pulled from a swing
In
a
seachange
nothing is safe
Strange waves
Push us every way
In a stolen boat
well float away
10 dana divljine
26.04.2005., utorak
zatvoreni u sobu, pustili smo boo! i pokusali prebroditi dan.
zar nemas ponekad osjecaj da previse zivota besmisleno gubis?
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