[thoughts from the land of 1000 autumns]
Tiny little movements, seeking a rift to spring
if it happens to escape the madmanís sleep
they fill space with scents unknown
[From: http://www.elyrics.net ]
kiss people on the forehead.
From all Iíve seen dawn wears me down
itís cause I faded and forgot
that everything is here
everything is here.