Lyrics: Asha. Civilized Stress. Zebec.

In a drawer you keep your
cruel mood
dust polutes your
sour solitude
while a photograph
withers in your hand
waiting for a new glance
once again

sail away
wind?s your friend

unfounded rumours
unload uneasiness
middleman of knowledge
defend your pain
hoist the sails
go drifting away
and....forget