The first time I opened my mouth to speak
steam escaped to the air
and black oil dripped from my lips
and onto the ground

Well daylight struck a chord with my
photo-receptors
Night greeted me with a sea of stars
Our eyes all flashed blues and greens
through the night
(c)


- Алле! Здравствуйте, можно заказать дирижабль до Нового Альбиона?



Someday I might tire
Having walked through these fires
because I am wired wrong

Maybe someday I'll be
In a place where I can see
that I'm not wired wrong



(c) Виталий Якимов vk.com/club24677711