Ioanna Gika New Geometry
Will you return?
The question hangs
Upon a sun that sinks in grief
You look the same but in our eyes:
Something I knew but could not define
I could feel what was coming
In your hesitation
Well, I found the answer
In your hesitation
Well, I found the answer
A tide pulled back
For a voice to break
Everything
A new geometry
I could feel what was coming
In your hesitation
Well, I found the answer
In your hesitation
Well, I found the answer
