Knowing ourself
Who we think that we are
Constantly changing
Constantly changing
Intrumental
Ehm, it's a matter..., ehm, when is it ? ?
Through the stained glass window
Pictures in my mind
Dissolving in a
In two minds x8
Time to take another walk
And vanish without trace
Under the surface
Finding
The memories still stay
I captured from a star
So far in
Intrumental
No place like here
On some other level
Imaginery time
Another place of
They were times
When I set alone
Pulling myself
Away from the unknown
Patterns
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