Extract from an imaginary rêve, soundtracked by a more upbeat progressive groove… Kicking the dust from the shelves, not the floor as the music creates a certain tension and vibration in the room. After hearing the needle on the record these words came to mind:
Time is drifting to the other side as the weeks go by.
Uncertain future still remains, when will we next fly?
Piecing the puzzle of life together, things are no longer the same.
People wanting to dance forever, not possible, who is to blame?
The gatherings that once were, so far no longer be.
Bringing souls in movement wherever, in our dreams perpetually.
The pace is slightly higher but the intentions still remain,
Patience is a virtue that shall be cherished all the same.