Little Feet On A Kitchen Floor

Lose In The Magic

We Are Not Alone

[Verse 1]
We were broken hearts in borrowed skin
Trading laughter for a life of sin
Skipped the nights, chased the bitter dawn
Thought we'd last, but the magic's gone

[Chorus]
What have we become?
Wayside flowers, always on the run 

[Verse 2]
We sold our dreams like they were cheap
Made our promises in whispers deep
Stumbled through this endless haze
Told ourselves we’d find our ways

We kissed goodbye in a fading light
Tattooed our hopes in the dead of night
Built a future on shattered plans
Fell apart with trembling hands

[Chorus]
What have we become?
Wayside flowers, always on the run

[Bridge]
Stars are dim, faith's on hold
All our stories left untold
Yet we rise, from ashes wear
Searching souls, still unaware

[Chorus]
What have we become?
Wayside flowers, always on the run

Wayside Flowers

The Way of Youth

Way Of Control

On The Edge Of The River

[Verse 1]
I met myself by the edge of the river,
a ghost in a borrowed coat.
He said, “you carried too many faces,
you called them truth, you called them hope.”

The water shimmered like a memory,
the moon was a broken coin.
He whispered, “son, the pain you fear
was never meant to join.”

[Chorus]
On the edge of the river,
where time folds in two,
I found the child,
and the father too.
No sin, no crown,
just the silence between
the edge of the river,
where I’ve always been.

[Verse 2]
I saw my mother combing shadows,
her hands still smelling of rain.
My father carved his silence
into wood and into shame.

The city lights were burning slow,
like stars that lost their way.
I walked through glass and memory
and heard my own voice say:

[Chorus]
On the edge of the river,
where time folds in two,
I found the lost,
and the broken too.
No sin, no crown,
just the silence between
the edge of the river,
where I’ve always been.

[Bridge]
The dead don’t vanish, they just hum in the wires,
they live in your pulse, in your quiet desires.
Every tear, every word you’ve forgiven,
is a spark in the dark, still burning, still living.

[Chorus]
On the edge of the river,
I lay down my name,
a man made of echoes,
of loss and of flame.
No sin, no crown,
just the silence between 
the edge of the river,
where I’ve always been.

[Outro]
If you see me there,
don’t be afraid.
I’m the spark,
that never fades.

On The Edge Of The River

Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

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