Музыка для Секса: Гитарный Поток

So dim bright. I didn't see for So much pain, And it believes home. I'm still breathing Like it's drifting far. Alone inside, I can feel The storm in space And feel it's real. I feel a pulse between the sky. No frequency, just standing time. I'm still breathing. Let it go. In the silence, I don't know. If I fall, I'll fade to sun. The noise becomes my son. You're still breathing. I can feel The dissolving bit by bit. Someone's falling deep. Feel the breeze. All that doubt became my only please. The past is gone, and doubt dissolves. I'm still believing, being full. I'm still breathing. Let it go. In the silence, I don't know. If I fall, I fade to sun. The noise becomes my son. Time may break Or disappear. The broken self, a piece of being. Every storm becomes the storm Of the post and still be home. I'm still breathing. Let it go. In the silence, I don't know. If I fall