I was born from love and my poor mother worked the mines. I was raised on the good book Jesus. Till I read between the lines. Now I don't believe, I want to see the whole morning.
Do you wanna make a sweet dream fade after all the tries we made?. Never mind perfection, heroes or heroines.. Tonight, let's be lovers again. Tonight, lover, let's be friends or make a sweet dream fade..
I walk the path of heart and soul. I make my living building homes.. I build them out of music with my imagination.. Sound architectural tools I use. My boss is the Muse..