Impressions is the past
Impressions is to last
Colors our path
Move us hack by hack
There are echoes lost in the valley
There are echoes out to sea
As they undulate
Some diverge and some coincide
But where ever they might be they won't abide
So I follow until the timbres are ringing out
Out
There are echoes lost in the valley
There are echoes out to sea
As they undulate
Some diverge and some coincide
But where ever they might be they won't abide
So I follow until the timbres are ringing out
Out
