Woorden: The Good, The Bad And The Queen. A Soldier's Tale.

Wake up feeling good
Go to bed frequently lost in the wood
A soldier?s tale of soul winning love
No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth
All over now out

Birdsong in the night
The sound drags a net through the twilight
Emptiness in computors bothers me
These are the seas in our minds
We make our own confine in time