Few things on a gloomy morning are too fragile.
Like a small broken cup, with dried tea lying inside like earthworm's blood.
I looked at a torn leaf, walking in my dreams another mile. To meet the blind wizard who sees more than men. I lay down, burrowing my face in a handful of mud.
The world closes on me, I felt my feet licked with a fresh cold air. The morning is transforming, into a morbid letter that brings on hopelessness of dying.
I alone looked at the sun, where the axed clouds are allying.
Is there anyone to accompany me?
Far beyond my reach, roared an old sea.
Feat. Experience by Dj. Agos (slow reverb version)
