Here, in a Dream, in a Year

We live every day with the knowledge and awareness that at the end of the parade we will have our time to pond over the fatigues of our actions.

Sometimes it's rewarding, other times it's painful, others even scary and maybe even relaxing somehow, but the only common point is that it's necessary to our body and our mind to express ourselves when our eyes will be open again.

It's usually eight hours, but while we're in the midst of it, its length varies, it could be days, months or even a year.

It's the way our personality works, it's mysterious, it's unaccessible, but nonetheless fundamental.

It's a journey, and we would like you to come with us and experience it with our sounds.

This is here, in a dream, in a year.

I'm afraid of going late in bed at night

I might not have enough time to dream about you

Black spots on my memory

When you close your eyes nothing really matters anymore