Hide me behind the clouds...
Warning howls
The moonlight...
Inexperience
I listen to sad words of a very young man...
Set sail
With your gaze...
Built again
The shortest roads are those that stay away from passion and grief...
Too slow
A drop of coffee...
Missing piece
In each moment...
Always you
I am colors hidden...
New ideas
This is the paradox...
Something I can use
Let's keep it professional, let's keep it real...