Marc .:
We were travellers, so blind
Marc .:
Your heart goes too fast
Marc .:
Little are the things we learn
Marc .:
All these songs would be just of sorrow
Marc .:
And we slow dance in the kitchen
Marc .:
it's the light of little nowhere towns
Marc .:
No, this is not the end
Marc .:
What if we never see through that
Marc .:
I see there's a line that I'm walking
Marc .:
But we're only gone like singers