The World Is Outside - Nosound

Falling down the outside world

You can distinguish every single edge

In the shape of their breath

Taking pictures of a summertime again

Looking for lost places I felt this before

Where unheard voices remain

Of an happy day

When time like a sleepwalker

Flows around hot and cold

Smelling the air

Spinning around to hide

When the world is outside

You can distinguish every single edge

In the shape of their breath

Taking pictures of a summertime again