I travel aimlessly in my old boots Loose ends bind my head If you were thinking of going to the place where the pagans go Put it together, strange invitation I wake up, someone drags my bones
We rise in the afternoon
And I remember your smile, where the wild wind
There is something empty, when it begins
I travel aimlessly in my old boots
Cabos , loose they bind my head
If you were thinking of going to the place where the pagans go
Put it together, strange invitation
Brain evacuation and compilation to text
By Charles of Neptune or the Beckerian