the tinopener's art: Marchin Feet
Synthpop-song with dancefloor elements about the breeze
from the sea, the passing of material goods, old machines and
the friendliness of the night.
sleeve: cover
sleeve: back
Lyrics
Feel the breeze and great the nun see your hands and stop the drum old machines are soon to come see them die in the morning sun. Marchin' feets are dull and dumb cold and death their only sun trust your brain and love your days kiss the night it softs your face. This is the system of doubts search gold masses pain death life Stop
