What happens when you feel life begins to stop maikng sense?
Im coming from nowhere
Just going to anywhere
‘cause i’ts the same story
That is repeated deliberatedly
Again and again
Without stopping
Feeling you’re dreaming
Dreaming youre feeling
When the leaves turn into roots
And the wing becomes a foot
Life is like a train
A train that comes from mars
And spaceships come from the sea
Everything is floating, everything’s so near
Ligths seem to be dark, darkness is so real
