Текст песни
it's
a
greeting
day
from
the
morning
sun
as
the
moss
grows
into
light
caving
in
the
averages
of
time
it's
a
beautiful
lackadaisical
ethic
from
my
barren
mind
i'm
running
out
of
time
the
feelings
brought
from
the
distant
trumpets
separate
into
the
pulsing
summits
a
mind
covered
in
this
grime
the
language
brought
from
the
distant
trumpets
carved
into
my
spine
don't
know
where
to
go
when
they
so
might
1 Stranger
2 liminal
3 ? ? ?
4 departing
5 Kiri
6 Distorted Reality
7 entropele
8 Jane
9 Euclidean Sunrise
10 C&B
11 Embers
12 Prelude
13 Transition A
14 Phosphenes
15 Cloud 1
16 P S D
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