we took a sideways glance and fell into the bottom of the season we saw horizons and different paths away from here
we touched the wall of airplane avenue we felt a pleasant grey rain hiding in the machines of the cities listening to bells and hardened beaches untouched
we took a sideways glance and fell into the bottom of the season we curved around the statues we saw horizons and different maps away from here
paranormal echoes from unexplained evidence maps and misty pointed Moscow telephones supplied by design, five hundred lovely contact microphones