As the cloud shadows the morning sun, together, we walk the moon's talk. Favouring thoughts of present and feeling that treasure. Those tomorrows that made us survive, now to shed light on others. Got to embrace every single thing as something new and not that blue. Cause the blueness requires expectations and no longer those feed our dreams of togetherness. May the point of existence be offensive cause certain to you. Make believe and the greed of our world will silence.