Lying alone in a high hole in the ground.
Staring out at sea so wide, so abound.

A line across, I travel, a line of fear.
And a summing noise is all I hear.

Here I go.
I ask myself why I dream these dreams
and here I go again.

What should I see behind the themes.
Oh here I go again.

Office doors, dogs in all the rooms.
A duck goes into this cage of dooms.

I run to make sure
that all the doors are shut.
I fail and leave a sorry poultry butt.

Here I go.
I ask myself why I dream these dreams
and here I go again.

What should I see behind the themes.
Oh here I go again.

Finn Arild: Vocals, guitars, bass, keyboards and programming.

It’s the weirdest feeling when, in a dream, you are aware of dreaming but still can’t snap out of it. These are some of my recurring.