[Opsis]
There are landscapes in our eyes
There are landscapes in our eyes
A spotlight that found out itself
Redemption sucks at the winds of contention
There’s a place that I know where words do not flow
A more and less persistent core
I am all that you need
There may be a noise in my head but I swear that I’m listening
Wander upon grain of would
A ringing has begun inside my head that will not go away
The fevered glances ‘round the room