Perfect song for chilling with BB as the timefall hits my hood.

Packed my dreams in a suitcase,
Chased by the echo of the train whistle fading.

Fields of gold beneath the vast blue,
Mississippi sun kissing my back goodbye,
Leaving the warmth of known whispers,
For a world where my name echoes strange.

Racing heart at the edge of the map,
What lies beyond the line where the sky swallows the road?
Anticipation stirs a storm within,
Fear and wonder, mingling breaths.

Skyline a jagged pulse against grey,
Crowds blur—voices, a flood I can't understand,
Every face a moving shadow,
Every sound a foreign land.

Strangers’ eyes like frosted glass,
Walking through their world, unseen, unheard,
Every step echoes loneliness,
In the city's heart, I roam invisible.

Was it escape or a search that led me here?
Chasing horizons or running from shadows?
Each doubt a heavier step,
In the silence of my thoughts.

Still, each step in this city writes me anew,
Lost but maybe finding more than I seek,
In the chaos, a rhythm slowly forms,
A dance of lights in the dark.

Quiet now, let the rain speak,
In the grey, finding colors I never knew,
Echoes of home fade into the mist,
A new tide washes over, whispers of change.
A new tide washes over, whispers of change.
A new tide washes over, whispers of change.

Grey Skies, New Tides

Once in a Long, Long While…

Without You

St. Eriksplan

Bones

Gosia

Poznań

Miserably