There's always something new to prove there's nothing new under the sun...
Same days, same songs...
Music for nights.
There’s a space in the night
Where I tear a hole
Hands turn around me
and I go.
Music for nights.
There's always something new to prove there's nothing new under the sun...
Same days, same songs...
Music for nights.
There’s a space in the night
Where I tear a hole
Hands turn around me
and I go.
Music for nights.