This is where noises & sounds are.You can listen what we're up to!
Drones since the dawn of timeCompelled to live your sheltere
Locked in toMoments seen through and throughLike darknes
We don't like strangers much around hereNeither do we stand
Can you see what's following youIt has a mind of its own
The road demon sees, spinnin' last, four speedsConvoy says l
Who's gonna take you there?Who's gonna tell you that?You
Where O where have you been my love?Where O where can you be
Music is a way to express myself when words fall apart. It is a white noise, a ferocious river I am pulled by but also one I share and listen.