Mirah. Other. Location Temporary. Zeneszám

Dive into the sleep that's waiting
Back at home the stars are fading
And you're nowhere
You're nowhere

Waking up in winter snow
The car is shaking. I don't know
How we got so far away
I guess we drove for twenty days

But the dunes move in so slowly
They swallowed a cemetery
Beside the estuary
Location's temporary