Azarah Eells:
wooden roller coaster; together our minds are miles high, miles long
Azarah Eells:
we're all riding an old wooden roller coaster.
Azarah Eells:
shifting dreams, it's not what it seems. it never is.
Azarah Eells:
i want to see it when you find out what comets, stars and moons are all about
Azarah Eells:
my eyes are blind with fear
Azarah Eells:
you may say that i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one
Azarah Eells:
tear a moment from the days that carry us on forever
Azarah Eells:
235/365.