Through the mind we flee to space. As the shadows choose the place. Though afraid, my sleeper must awake. So I've used up all and left this time. . Station towards where we're falling.
Well she comes from the land. Of Valencian winds. Deciduous daydream. Dressage 'round the bend. See sometimes just maybe. The mistress of when. A triptych of new touch.
Laid awake throughout the night, today the school's so loud. And now it's all so quiet I plan to pack light. 'Cause tomorrow we'll fly, taking off to a place.
A morbid beauty, glows in resonation. Mercurial signs they read, make real our minds. True fascinations for now we're rolling. And kinda golden as time keeps folding.