Junip
Tide
along the quiet narrow streetscanals are still in high tidewhatever needs to be will bewhen there is nothing left to hidewhatever remains will set you freea crater left as a divide all of the memories will returnin the sleep like shallow scarswhatever remains will set you freea crater left as a divide there will soon be time to meet them all againfor once at eye level and for once as friendsthere will be timetime to return
From Letras Mania