You yearning, Im burning, your doing, never free, like to be. Haunt, tempt and taunt me, inside kept open and waiting, a tragic flowering. Once more, remembering to forget, gathering patiently, by another star. The trigger, the truth, has its limitations, what they fail to see, whenever we walk back into the room.
– Josh Fleming
Inspired by: Sounds of the Universe, Depeche Mode.