Sunset Theas: blessed moments of emotional vulnerability
Sunset Theas: catch the rhythm and keep beating
Sunset Theas: not everything must necessarily be complicated
Sunset Theas: for all I know there's always a bus to the moon on fridays
Sunset Theas: a million smiles to go
Sunset Theas: will you hear me crossing the door
Sunset Theas: everybody held their breath as the bomb squad was going to open the dreams box
Sunset Theas: no mood for making sense
Sunset Theas: like ants in a candy world
Sunset Theas: about the evolution of the meaning of the word happiness
Sunset Theas: love in the mood
Sunset Theas: don't steal my candies
Sunset Theas: every line dreams at night to be a circle
Sunset Theas: coming this close to heaven and going back
Sunset Theas: sometime we meet someone who has the same scent as life when it passes us by
Sunset Theas: let the wonder in
Sunset Theas: mama says to move light when things go heavy
Sunset Theas: and a useless caress was enough to turn the world upside down
Sunset Theas: I wish I had words like fingertips
Sunset Theas: I always wondered if the wax melted for the flame still is the candle