Words Unspoken ¦ Chillwave Mix

¦ Frozen sand. Same melody. Repeating. Slowing down. Ten waves. The same. Next days.
My soul is on fire. Buried stones. Stones on the sand are listening the sound of foam.
I stand alone on the edge. At the palm tree. A drunk dog swallows light at the bottom.
The world is passing its strings. In the following days forgets.
That the shadow on the face of others. It is its own eclipse. It takes so much time.
Cleans hands. Forehead. I stand alone at the waterfall. The flowers laugh on turgidity.
The piano continues footsteps on the calyxes. Every time constantly.
When the dolphin's back drains the rest of the drink. To the new. One glass to another.
Aniseed. Blood runs through my veins. The blood runs in the sea. Early in the morning.
The moon becomes you. Here is the Pyrrha’s prototype. Behold. The call.
The muse appears whole only at loss. Duende. Radio. Every single person falls.
You have nothing. You move in a sphere. You are standing.
I wish you are going a long way somewhere. Tomorrow morning put the bed in the car.
Three chords are enough. Currently. Within a bursting dusty riff. Feed my lungs.
Flower seed. Listen to the revelation. As I take the life from you.
Stay for the grand finale. Stay for the song and the epilogue.
Flaming tigers as we return to the primal body. Calm down. Go slowly.
I keep the secret of a dream in the storm. They told you to believe.
You blew your top. Live for production. Enjoy consumption. It swallowed you.
And now it is swallowing me. Rapid. The voice dances on the screens. Faster.
Now is the chance. It's your turn. Stop. I take a deep breath of the night sky.
I close my eyes. On the ground. In the water. Kiss me before it's too late.
These faces. Are living the dream. I just closed. I went down the stairs.
Sat at the furthest table. Lemon slices float among ice. I walk the earth tonight.
Don't waste your days in vain. Do not eat the oxens of Hyperion.
Tonight you were told what to believe. Tonight. I'm just holding on a little longer.
Look now. ¦ Four. Dialogue. I believe something good will happen somewhere out there.
Here the night always comes. I breathe her air and stars die in my lungs.
They drown in the pine tree with its branches on the roots.
They freeze illuminated streets of August for the last time.
It takes so much time. Everything that happens within a memory of the future.
Stone eyes. Heart from my pocket to the wooden bar to the city silence.
Don't look again. I would like one more time. Like the previous.
But not similar. Everyone slept alone. And among the heart aims.
This is your home. Look between lapses. I walk the earth tonight.
Of ash and stone. My feet are touching the history of cities.
I walk the drugged eyes of the saints. And you know it.
Life reflects a deep fear. On the surface. You are not a child anymore.
I walk the earth tonight. And you know it. ¦ Five. Meeting with a sign.
There is nothing like it. If you want to leave. If you have to. Good luck.
In my heart. Inside the rock. I have this belief. I want you to cook the world with me.
And that thought turns the tide. Thousands of streets. Do not forget.
Thousands of fists raised in the air. I am the burning flag. The empire.
The rhythm under the roofs. Through the windows. Bound. It swallows you.
Keep me aware. Turn. Paradox. Smiling mask. Break into pieces. Do you remember?
It's hard. It's the feeling of water that you can't hold in your hands.
And it washes your world out. Tom Collins. The moment collapses. Today I see.
Today I believe. One for you. One for me.
As you can observe I am going through some changes. Your name. Name. One for you.
Who are they all? Look around carefully among the faces, at the asphalt,
at the station, at the rock, under the buildings. There. It's the rhythm.
The look. The vision connecting a last thought and dream. The last meeting.
Start. Every possible future is at the edge of the graphite.
A hanging fist to the neck. For the pollution you cause. Nemesis.
Self that comes to life. A little more. It takes you away.
It turns you in the wind. Every morning you die with your dreams.
A little more. Gold and green. The olive branch wave.
And calculate the time it takes. To be on the ground. So.
If you have to leave. If you want. Good luck. Who indicates? Look up.
Beyond the fairytale. Through your mist. The pyramid falls off the base.
With a wonderful glow in the night.
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