Whatever the hell happens to me in my sleep, I wake up with songs, ... then I dive back in. Then I get up again, hop, dance. Look at that loop, my friends.
Then I realized I’m a lunatic dancing in a graveyard. I got up and started dancing, ... but you can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re beautiful. They’re fine.
Let me pour one last water and get out of here...
Too much stress makes kidney stones. Stones turn into songs. Songs give birth to clips.
Too much stress makes kidney stones. Stones turn into songs. Songs give birth to clips.
After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.
After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.
Clean energy, wide open, a good kid. Connected to the world. Believing everything was tied together.
Clean energy, wide open, a good kid. Connected to the world. Believing everything was tied together.
You really set out on the road… but now you’re rebuilding it from whatever survived in your memory
You really set out on the road… but now you’re rebuilding it from whatever survived in your memory
