Traveling Alone By Bus/ I Hope You Understand

Sprinklers, Kane – Pavement, Rain
Packed, Head ached -You on my bed naked
Smoke, Passengers – God and Aliens
Ray of light – Stars like little holes on the sky
Rivers, Hills – Travelling alone skills
Headphones, Trees – Running out of batteries/
1, 2 there goes the truth
3, 4 there’s no truth anymore
5, 6 here is a mix of unfinished songs, unfinished thoughts
Mondays, Tuesdays here comes again
Wednesdays, Thursdays here comes my friend
Weekends, beers, cigarettes and dreams
A good rock concert and a night full of friends
I hope you understand…