You´re standing alone on the cold sand and you´re terrified. She doesn´t answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
You didn´t want the job but the job wanted you. Hopeless customers and decadent boss have always been waiting for you. And this is how goes your life : not fast enough. You´re so used to feel the breath of emptiness and failure.
You´re standing alone on the cold sand and you´re terrified. She doesn´t answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
But there´s one thing you care about. Her name is Irene. Her hair smells like the wild forest. And she´s only one to give you fever when she bites your tongue. But as you turn into a ghost she takes a different interest in your friends. And you can feel her look through your diaphanous body. Tonight you´re going to a beach party and when you speak in the car your words reason in her head like "blablablablablablabla".
You´re standing alone on the cold sand and you´re terrified. She doesn´t answer to your calls. Where are you Irene?
You find her in the morning; she says she wanted to sleep. You try to thin about it but in your head it goes like "blablablablablablabla".