7 May 2012
There are so many pretty faces on the television screen And on the concrete walls of this Concrete town Which you breathe. Conor says, it is simple by the moonlight.
Your reflection Cracks the mirror as you gaze; You can't keep up with the blur Of everyday. You feel like you are living out their scenes.
And as for your belief in the sky- You don't need to ask why. This is your life, This is your scene; You are not simple by the moonlight. We are not simple by the moonlight, Finding some way to breathe.
To Remain 'Untitled' • Opuss № I