A dim light is coming in, tracing my mind slowly. It figures out my pain hiding in my shadow. Overlaid with airborne dirt, the horizon softens into a blur. Left alone on the outskirts of a daydream fading in colour. I'm swept along the avenue. The voice carries through the gale and echoes deep inside me. It calls like an old folktale. I walk the way to the bay, walk the way with no name. Singing in the strong rain, the song I wrote years ago It's still churning in my brain, leaving scratches with its claws. I'm swept away into the sky. The voice carries through the gale and echoes deep inside me. It calls like an old folktale. I walk the way to the bay, walk the way with no name.
