Come with the dark all the elements floating in the stars. Soon, in the land, receiving all connections with your eyes.
Surely comes, surely comes...
Far away in the deep space we capture lost signals. Remains of the Background Noise, which may our six senses perceive.
Born in this sand I point my arms to the sky. Turns me apart and put computers on standby.
Surely comes, surely comes...
Tearing every tear of frustration, perennially working on finding the Hidden. And my hands are open to uncertainty carry on searching for the answer.
Painting the outside with black and eyelids narrowed inside faint echoes of something that will never come define what's expected, almost eternal, to know.
I cling furiously to think that she turned to me. And her dark side It gives us a breath of quiet.
Connections are disabled... Moon is there in the sky...
Crowning the top of the center hill I focus my lost gaze to infinity. Periodically bits of hope come back in the form of words resulting from the advance...