Hey and Good Evening to You.
Follow me close, down to the water.
Paint my portrait, face without a frame.
My name is not spoken. broken. frozen.
I speak to you behind the hand of Evening dust
and you´ll find me dancing among the Morning rust.
I recorded some of my old songs.
during one day. Here they are.
Eat them or drink them or just listen.
hallelujahHallelujah.
The ghost-town ain´t so scary.
The paradise ain´t that nice.
Sit with comfort on the journey.
Fill your suitcase full of air,
if the windows won´t break.
I think it´s time for us to hold on..
Death won´t wait for the answer: yes.
Bye bye for now
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