Sunday 2 December 2007 photo 1/1
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With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds And open wide to suck it in I feel it move across my skin I'm reaching up and reaching out I'm reaching for the random, for Whatever will bewilder me Whatever will bewilder me And following our will and wind We may just go where no one's been We'll ride the spiral to the end May just go where no one's been Spiral out Keep going Spiral out
Annons