we took a sideways glance and fell into the bottom of the season

we saw horizons and different paths away from here

we touched the wall of airplane avenue

we felt a pleasant grey rain

hiding in the machines of the cities

listening to bells and hardened beaches untouched

we took a sideways glance and fell into the bottom of the season

we curved around the statues

we saw horizons and different maps away from here

paranormal echoes from unexplained evidence maps

and misty pointed Moscow telephones

supplied by design, five hundred lovely contact microphones