Album: Still Life/ Jara split

Cracks in concrete behind the lonliest street.
Sometimes crumbs fall here at least she can breath.
Behind the lonliest street reality is dieing in an alleyway.
In cracks in concrete.
Lonly one fall asleep.
May you find peace.
If I could sing you a song of dreams,
it would be a song of peace...
Simple and quiet.