Too many people
We are alone in this darkened room
Smoke swirls above my head
Mould fights for life on the ceiling
And I feel
They can hear my every thought in here
Now I can hear, they whisper in my ears again
When I close my eyes I see nothing from before
Standing below the blackened moss
that bleeds from every other home around me
In a sea of blue tiles I stand here alone with only a suitcase
And I have lost my home
People here they disappear
The forgotten shout but no one hears
Shibuya calls again
A sea of faces. But again, I am alone
In the busiest of places
Now I can hear, they whisper in my ears again
When I close my eyes I see nothing from before
Standing below the blackened moss
that bleeds from every other home around me
In a sea of blue tiles I stand here alone with only a suitcase
And I have lost my home
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A truly stunning album that mentally transports you to foggy early morning streets, the pavement wet from recent rains. Dreary, but in a comforting way. Like sitting next to a window during a rainstorm, listening to the drops hit the glass while remaining warm. Never fails to make me feel safe. Crow Yo