#331

Written 3 December, 16h50, Bucharest, Romania
Café Révolution

There is an i, it's lonesome
There is no i, united we are
We are together, whether apart or two hands in one
We beam like the sun, whenever the moon is white
Dark side of the moon, we know all at once
We never saw, we never looked, we exist, when we are together
We are in a state of trance, wake us up, when everything is over