music, covers and fragments.
I cant' get the signal
quiet exhaustion
All identities melt
Back to the pulse
You know it but you try
You moaning idiot
We burn too soon
I really hope you reach me there
we were almost saved
nothing breaks, nothing moves
Torn me out of this photograph
November calls
In the blur of the streets
Unlock the door please
We won't blink
I kept watching the town
You know...
I hope the ground
Am I good enough ?
I'll be the cup if you should bleed.
How right you were.
what have we found ?
I love you encore
Words can bring me down.
Is this where I'm going to?
She's pure as New York snow.
Gambling on words.
If my heart's soaking wet.
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