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This track was created as a result of an online collab between members of FBV - a band split up over 2 decades ago. Bass track was recorded by Bali (@balazs-kadar-419210190), guitars are recorded by Johney, vocals are Sanya (@skaracsony), backing vocals are Natalie (AI) and everything else was done by StubZz

Lyrics (by Sanya):
Port of Entry

Stray rays of moonlight
Slipping through the leaves
Speaking at low voices
Whom nobody believes
I’m lost in your thoughts
We are hurting as one
Counting the seconds
For tomorrow to come

The port of entry
To your innocent soul
Are eyes, sweet and empty
And never seen me before
We walk, steps soft and quiet
On empty old roads
Under dark skies we sit
And look at old photos

Ancient spirits dance
In the dusk’s blue-red flame 
Empty words and dry hugs are
The only ones that remain
I want to say your name
In otherworldly tongue
Can I have the number
To the room where you belong

Why do you need to go
To find your tribal name
I am all that you ever need
But I’m lost in your hurricane
The dark port of entry
To your innocent soul
Are your bored eyes and plenty
Of words we never used before

We walk home in the moonlight
With a quiet wind in our hair
We long for a stray moment
When we can play unfair
Empty days come and go 
The long hours are my friends
I want to look through my window
While the ancient spirits dance

FBV - Point of Entry

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