Tired eyes, crowded streets
And a heart that beats
At the pace of busy feet
Your gaze fixes on the faces of nameless souls
Who sit across from you
While your mind drifts into faraway landscapes
Celestial terrains
Don't forget to keep your soles planted
Or else you're likely to lose hold of the pavement
And float away
You can't help but wonder
If the eyes that stare back can see through your facade
Can they sense your fear?
Behind your skin is a spirit waiting to unfold
Into the atmosphere
Feet that will ascend from the earth
Into the ghostly mascarade
The 4th track is so good, it makes my face feel like it's been peeled off my head and has been sent floating, flat as a pancake, towards the infinite edges of the universe.
I am physically unable to stop listening to this. woe_bonnet