Francis Gordon Moore:
Loneliness is like an empty mall
Francis Gordon Moore:
I keep protecting my precious things
Francis Gordon Moore:
He had a hungry look, so his mother made him a sandwich
Francis Gordon Moore:
Returning to the concealed light
Francis Gordon Moore:
We are watching you
Francis Gordon Moore:
Kanawanu mono ni kibo no namida
Francis Gordon Moore:
I chose horses
Francis Gordon Moore:
I walk through this abyss of consciousness
Francis Gordon Moore:
Gazing towards the exit
Francis Gordon Moore:
Friend of the night
Francis Gordon Moore:
Chasing ghost stripes
Francis Gordon Moore:
Patience
Francis Gordon Moore:
Soon noise will drown it out
Francis Gordon Moore:
Stop coming to my house