Walls of smooth, rooms of paper, could handle your hope... if wet candle broke. Shaking hands with dignity forgive my shy insanity. Trying to feed your fever. I shall not be lasy any longer. Locked up in a box. Sharing lands with my enemy. One day or another, you'll get a letter. Clocks are loosing control... with primary thoughts, and five fainted flowers... locked up in a box. Packed up with... wonderworld!

Album : Bubble Juice