Wanna know what’s more black than this straight-loud night?
Like sunflowers turn their head against the sun.
Will they ever come with a deal, when all deals go down… Take a last look, zip sounds green, when mind is much more red.

Possibilities tired on this half way-highway,
Expositions… what’s so strange?

Whenever is always there, here on the road?
Distances make their double working stuff, without a shift now
And when you hear before the minutes… some recessly talks,
Take a last look, zip sounds green, when mind is much more red

Possibilities tired on this half way-highway,
Expositions… what’s so strange?