Two Seasons Testo

We all live in suburbia
supspended above forest sky
sleep and ask why
work in the day
you never looked for a doorway.

Frozen, twilight ambience
trapped in amber
never red or green
stalk the streets on halloween your doorway's blocked up by your doubt
you never looked for the way out.

English summer meadow
endless warehouse, holding on to me
dreams crash down on debris
your way out's blocked by people leaving
you never found anything to believe in.