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.