How do we cope with the days after a death?
Empty days, nothing left not even a funeral
I see shapes forming inside paintings
Animals and humans row upon row
Walking towards something, waiting for something
I'm looking for an answer, me and a million others
Disbelievers, deserted lovers
Dear God, You'd better not let me down this time
Cracks in the canvas look like roads that never end
1 | April |
2 | Pig Will Not |
3 | Leaving California |
4 | City Of No Sun |
5 | Taut |
6 | Passionless, Pointless |
7 | Chair |
8 | Un Cercle Autour Du Soleil |