Текст: Sleep Station. Anhedonia. Happy.

Speed, light and you cover your smile falling down, hard to move again. Ache to feed in and smother your air I've begun, it?s hard to move within. And the curtain falls and I'm left waiting for one last call. Sometimes or like it was before, and your happy. I grow to look out and summon your eyes, but they fall. Let them out again. Touch my head and I fall back instead, it?s getting hard to crawl. Stare at the pictures on the wall and I?m left staring. Sometimes or like it was before, and I?m happy. And the curtain falls, and I'm left waiting for one last call. Sometimes or like it was before, and your happy