PER SAYPER SAY MUSIC BLARING TEARS DRYING FAN BLOWING AND LOOKING IN MY GLASS THE CIRCLE AT THE END HALF FULL HALF EMPTY THE REFLECTION OF THE...
MEMORYMEMORY WAKING UP TO A HEAVY WEIGHTED FEELING IN THE FEVER OF THIS YET MY HEAD IS LIGHT AS A FEATHER FLOATING IN THE WIND RHYTHMS IN THE...
AKARNAKARN FROM OLD TO NOW LIKE THE RED THE BLACK AND THE WHITE COLOURS THAT IN RICHED DEEP INTO THE WAYS OF THEN WALKIN' WITH MY HEAD IN THE...