The sparkling crowds of sirens blessed you in praying posters among lemon dreams
Your eyes wear the mornings hearing furnished by antique rooms of you from ceremonies in mosaic adoration born in daylight sins
There is no one else but us
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
The sparkling crowds of sirens blessed you in praying posters among lemon dreams
Your eyes wear the mornings hearing furnished by antique rooms of you from ceremonies in mosaic adoration born in daylight sins
There is no one else but us