this innocent sound and the whole atmosphere
as it takes you into trance, my well felt pleasure the same.
You don't hear it often, maybe once and than as switching
music from time to time can only bring, why do I only switch?
You don't invite to stay now, this old jacket worth - over a stool.
Happy are our next days, the composition fades
how can I forget you then if this I had
hurt? Believe me, there is no regret left behind in smoke.
Thourn Whaul