I'm leaving the house.
I leave prints on the city.
Tables sps dust car lamp
Dreams come actual like days
Dreams come actual on your hands
It always smells erstwhile you're around.
We meet in the center of the deep
hearts tremble so much you give me strength
Dreams come true
Prophecy Is Fulfilled
One contact passes the night
I kiss the lights out
The beauty of a minute like a shadow
away with the crowd
