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Hotel lobby, reception, a silver lining comes somewhere.
I know my way around this house, I've lived here for so long.
And the air smells of chlorine
like the years before
between fate and chance.
Here I see us walking through the corridors,
and I try again.
To touch the night of nights,
>between flight and free fall.
In front of a mirror with airs and graces,
Room 433.
The numbers shine like a symbol
and the gaze quietly gives in to the symbols.
To reach the night of nights
when everything was still nothing and we were still everything.
To touch the night of nights,
between flight and free fall.
In front of a mirror with airs and graces,
Room 433.
And the numbers shine like a sign
and the gaze quietly gives in to the signs.
To reach the night of nights< br/>When everything was nothing and we were still everything.
Everything was.
Everything was.
Everything was.
Everything was.
Everything was.
To touch the night of nights,
between flight and free fall.
In front of a mirror with airs and graces,
Room 433.
And the numbers shine like a symbol< br/>and quietly the look gives in to the signs.
To reach the night of nights
when everything was still nothing and we were still everything.
To touch the night of nights ,
Between flight and free fall.
In front of a mirror with airs and graces,
Room 433