Variable Geometry Orchestra

Just as you were able to talk about nothing

Suddenly the dream became a promise of white

We almost turned around and headed home

The Morning Walk After The "O" Of The Morning

Suddendly The Dream Became A Promise Of WHite

The Morning walk after the "O" of the clock

Loosing The Place Where Someone Watched Over Me

Loosing the place where someone never watched over me

The Morning Walk After The O' Of The Clock

Mare Tranquillitatis