OCS nu?! cuvant cu cuvant

 

What if this storm ends!? And leaves us nothing... Except a memory. A distant echo

 

You're a sight for sore eyes, separated are miles.

 

There's a rhythm and rush these days, where the lights don't move and the colors don't fade.

 

I know that you're tired, know that you're sore and sick and sad for some reason..

"But isn't the point of art less what people put into it and more what people get out of it?
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oh well it was nice while it lasted"

 

thats cuz i cant go, back down in that hole..

 

Driving circles in my mind, got to keep it all in line, all in line.