The art of blowing holes in a heart. Are what keeps me going. I need another love. . And it's time you noticed me. It's time you noticed me. It's time you noticed me.
This time and place need another name. The ultra future wave, the puzzled brain. . Where the sea breeze blows. Where nobody knows. There's room for growth, the sky poem.
The night of the dream, it's raining. Nothing's what it seems, mistaken. Adding mysteries, embrace them. . As we'd like to be a little lost, a little lost.