Missing you in a good way.
The colour of doubt
Nervosity killed the beat, it dropped
How I wish I could make music and travel the world
I miss you, miss.
I wish I was a wish and was what I wished as a wish could wish for
Every now and then ten thousand horses and elephants appear, pulling a complete city and making the sky turn green and purple and roar and implode. But not now.
Have no fear of the dark. Whatever is there, is part of you.
Crossroads and the way we become one
A visual feast is delivered by nature itself. No surprise there.
Art is in the eye of the beholder.
Only the future can tell us, who is in and who is out.
It’s a riddle, how we get from a low to a high.
And days will be nights and nights will still be nights. The days at night will only show one star and the nights will still be nights.