Texty:
May I Refuse Weather Reports

the eyes of gods. Athens gets white, the satellites are surprised. And the seasons change the cities... the cities drive the people back and forward. the seasons change Weather reports

someone you don't know. I'm waiting here alone seconds, hours, days, years... alone. I thought the lonlyness was good to me I thought the lonlyness was good to me I

this someone couldn't understand... they cannot rise the eyes upon themselves. Pale lights and whispers the systems are static Oh immense diamond carpet I

When the day is sunny there's a night somewhere else when a man is sad there's someone happy somewhere else she's kissing him and they laugh together

coloured. All the city is sleeping and the people too. And the city is sleeping and the lights are fading away oh, the people are dreaming and I'm dreaming