Gleaming glares are now empty stares
But they feel so wild and niceMelancholic melodies of the old piano
Tuning summits in your eyesOn a narrow cliff beneath the rills
Waves of fear is all we hearMine is for loss and grief
But yours is about your sleepCountry music paintings of muses
Delusions with confusing accusesOcean tides warnings for all my blind longing
Loosing ties with all my belongings