ALBUM REVIEW: FLOYA – Yume
The sun will rise for us again.
The sun will rise for us again.
No closer to heaven, than I am to hell.
Running out of air, I feel the vertigo.
We’ll live forever within the everlasting flames.
Lost in the fantasy of being anyone but me.
Now I’m left with a sense of uncertainty. Is this all that’s meant for me?
None of us chose to be here but we’re privileged to stay.
Words like weathered footprints, of a size since evolved.
Waves of emotion, lakes of rain have fallen.