Our senses are limited....Our memory is selective.
Sometimes for our own sake, too....
Fragrances blown away, flavours washed aside....
razor blade guitar riffs grasping empty clubs` ceilings,
sunsets swallowed by darkness....
Sparks in the eyes of a stranger bounce on our skin.....
An experimental attempt to frame vanishing emotions
.. before all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain
04 October 2008
I`m movin` on up now - Primal Scream
I was lost, now I'm found ... I believe in you, I've got no bounds
I'm movin' on up now ... Gettin' out of the darkness
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