Estigmatikas

I never thought of making stories that sing to you, that look at you, just stories about sad men. About gods and shadows... and about Me And in every voice that rose, in every stone, in every step, in every heap of faceless laughter. In every window... I saw you And here they have me today, making cheesy themes that you never heard, but I feel better, at least the one singing is Me. I never thought of making stories that sing to you, that look at you, just stories about sad men. But in every song... I always saw you