Stuck Nostalgia
Highlight the desert Moon
Intercept me in the middle of the road
When to return
I'm besieged pieces of memories
Dares you to sabotage the sky in the middle of the night
Until there is no longer room for stars
Frame your face gleaming like nan Alabaster
take another memory I waste
Pull the iron horse is slowing down
As the brain begins to return given the
Such a round
Are your eyes with a bit of chocolate slices