Monday, December 5th, 2005
Follow the street.
Follow the lamp line.
Follow the milestones we are heading nowhere land, we’ll become nowhere now.
Come to the garden where they all will gather, those who flows unaware, loosing conscious,
loosing daydream and I will touch you now, I will hurts you again.
I will be there to makes you feel so precious.
The street is empty tonight.
