somewhere where the sun is shining 

many faces of an island 

reminder of megalomaniac times 

and everything is so … 

when everything that was and will be … doesn’t matter somehow 

hold on to what’s always there 

we know almost everything but understand almost nothing 

I thought it was too simple 

the good thing is … 

the way that they conquer their fear 

crossing paths sometime

in Ed’s words : ” you know, hearts don’t break around here …”

you’re home

maybe a small part of this

it’s true but only if you say it out loud