when the lites dim out, the sounds of life explode
faint whispers to the loudest roars
simple creaks become cracking floorboards
fluid movements form hurried gestures
and your beating heart transforms to your pounding life
------------------
Printable View
when the lites dim out, the sounds of life explode
faint whispers to the loudest roars
simple creaks become cracking floorboards
fluid movements form hurried gestures
and your beating heart transforms to your pounding life
------------------
wow....
i really like this one....
good descriptions..and your spacing on this is quite nice...really caught my attention...the spacing that is...
great work Thommy!
heheh
------------------
somebody stringing electronic clashes of beauty in my ears.
way to space and separate.
i can hear it all.....
i see trent, i see bowie, i see thom yorke ( and i never even liked radiohead until last weekend)
------------------
[email protected]