There's nothing more beautiful right now. Than the thought of sound. It wakes you in the morning; it walks you on the night. When no one's around;. It keeps you company when no one can figure you out.
I have written enough as enough to sing for a song of remembering. Everything moves everyones laughing, moving through the city of passing. Ive written enough, enough for a while, I have written enough, enough for a while.
Let's return to a place that we used to know. An irrational place wehere we used to go. There's a place in my heart where the past awfully sings. An irrational place we did irrational things..