Interstellar Overdrive Pensees Du Pays Des Milles Automnes
[thoughts from the land of 1000 autumns]
Tiny little movements, seeking a rift to spring
if it happens to escape the madman’s sleep
they fill space with scents unknown
kiss people on the forehead.
From all I’ve seen dawn wears me down
it’s cause I faded and forgot
that everything is here
everything is here.
