All that is now
All that is gone
All that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.


We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

Nota: Linds Lagden ti odio, non potevi rimanere ancora un’altro po’ a Tijuana?! Giusto il tempo per finire DOR!!! Mi manca ancora un pelo! xD