Too early, not too late. Cities half asleep, half awake or vice versa.
There's always something new to prove there's nothing new under the sun...
There’s a space in the night
Where I tear a hole
Hands turn around me
and I go.
Too early, not too late. Cities half asleep, half awake or vice versa.
There's always something new to prove there's nothing new under the sun...
There’s a space in the night
Where I tear a hole
Hands turn around me
and I go.