Karokaffe: Like all good stories of the night, this one starts in the brithest light...
Karokaffe: the car that won´t move
Karokaffe: At the graveyard
Karokaffe: Where mysteries are born
Karokaffe: like a gateway to hell
Karokaffe: red tree
Karokaffe: R.I.P. ...
Karokaffe: ... or do they?
Karokaffe: Apocalypse
Karokaffe: bright
Karokaffe: smoke like curls, trees like ash
Karokaffe: wheres christmas there is domestic fuel
Karokaffe: in between hunting and sleeping
Karokaffe: the grass is always greener in the flashlight
Karokaffe: frost
Karokaffe: sad panda
Karokaffe: like a story of old
Karokaffe: in a bar north of england
Karokaffe: trust the sailor
Karokaffe: he knows about life
Karokaffe: and got something to tell you
Karokaffe: behind all that smoke that he calls destiny
Karokaffe: maybe one more whiskey
Karokaffe: .. but he won´t
Karokaffe: like Jack Nicholson
Karokaffe: expression
Karokaffe: the light is yours
Karokaffe: crazy eyes
Karokaffe: at home
Karokaffe: trash