Derby Street Studio
Traveling along this path of bones …
O’ sacred sleep, maker of dreams, in you my wonder lies …
Dreams, Dragons, and the love that binds …
And in the end the child was dead …
For so long I struggled …
What rough beast this way comes to breathe in love ….
I found myself at the beginning, a zenith if you will …
I remember days when the air was so thick with lies and …
lonely on a sunday morning as the coffee stains my mind …
