I made everything, but my good friend Trine is singing
Duration: 00.05.42 min
Equipment: Cubase 5, HalionOne, midi keyboard, dynamic microphone.
Dust asweep across the land.
Little prison made of sand.
The end, the start, the clouded grey.
The noise of which awaits it's prey.
Journey to the inner heart.
Found the words, the hidden path.
Found a hole and found a light.
Roses whisper in the night.
Shackled by a rosy bed.
Of black and blue it rots ahead.
If only there were years to come,
to unshackle what I've become.
Art & music (c)
Vocals (c) Trine