Tour Self Portrait - Sundowner

I tie my shoes, leave the house, board the train, and keep on moving

Keep on moving

And thoughts are thickening

Trees fill me like your whispering

The night is fading

Hey there, friends

I think we had a lot in common

The feeling is dead or maybe it’s just lost and needs to be found again

Just keep on moving

A manic walk, but hey

It’s just the panic talking

So, keep on breathing

Just stop creating

I stop and studied the structure of your face

To feel connections

Some form of deeper meaning

My skin will crawl and in the morning it will fade a little

I can’t find home

I’m just a stranger in this city now

Tonight, I think she might be losing me

Tonight, I know she’ll never set me free

I feel nothing, I want nothing, I am nothing

I feel nothing, I want nothing, I am nothing