It's just a matter of time. Only the saddest lines have permission to cross the sky, and there's an absence of darkness in your tragic and magical eyes. It's easy to choose solitude but you feel much better when you feel surrounded by life, so don't isolate yourself on an island half of the time.
A stable full of houses, a fully automatic washing machine, an armchair, whitewashing the walls, existence isn't always everything. It's just a matter of time. A selection of my memories externalised, she was she, he was now, did anyone work out if they were someone in particular. I bet he didn't choose to loose, but always ended up at the back of the line. Catching a glimpse of someone for others to dream in, but their dreams are so different from mine. A spirit full of houses, a fully automatic washing machine, inside i'm dreaming of nowhere, no one is an expert on everything. Old fashioned, broken, useless, almost incomprehensible. If you believe in values, obligations aren't always everything. A stable full of houses, a fully automatic washing machine, an armchair, whitewashing the walls, existence isn't always everything.