New Disorder, Electric Castle, Dorna, Summer Well, Smida, Warsaw, the sea
All these peculiar places and feelings, new kisses and rooms
Stress induced weight loss, saturation of the corporate well, endless soul wandering
Loss of belief in chance and faith.
The sound of settling and maturing boomed
Shrieking has adulthood crept upon oneself
But the kerfuffle has grown too strong
To make a choice, an utter unshakeable decision.
I am here. But I'm never really there. And I will never be whole in one place alone.
I've lost all direction
I've lost all my direction
And now I wish, that I would have believed
Could have believed
