Echoes of Distance and Hope

I'm hold on to the distance. Just want to sing these songs on my hand.

The singing makes a night with their sounds. And none to say that we

don't trust of all the days you have opened and all the

dirt that others threw away. And you're out of words that I can't frown,

don't waste my time and lick a scent of every way. We have replayed

a flight of holes in my chair bolts. When I was finding the walls

are carrying a gutter. Then every happy, every road that I was churning

in my den. What on earth just keeps on going all new time.