We really got the land,really got the borderland. The line between the new day and memory of yesterday. The day before and endless time. What a beautiful flight? Help us understand. Help us stop pretending. So many times, so many lifes we spent our home. We were the gods in our world, now we slaves in someone else's. Our friends are great. Much love from they. Much love for them. Where they now? Oneday morning they vanished in the air. Never want, but always waited. Learned to fly, won't to crawling now. Everything blue not perfect blue, we want to say. In that place we can to live, but want to leave. Leave the wasteland, wasteland don't leave you...