Текст: Attica Blues. Blueprint.

Excursions through the inner mind's eye
Now morning's sun is dawning
Moon blue indigo

Blueprint
I spied the blueprint

Children run, come follow
As swallows surf the skies
Past tense of the intent

Blueprint
I spied the blueprint
Blueprint
I spied the blueprint

Blueprint
I spied the blueprint

Basement contemplation
Rotation forty five
Archive excavation
From vinyl's dusted groove

Blueprint
I spied the blueprint
Blueprint
I spied the blueprint