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Door Brusselmans' onthechting van het anekdotische te combineren met hun eigen gevoelens van hartzeer, vond Porcelain id een middenweg. Een die ontnuchterend is en het mogelijk maakt om te vieren wat voorbij is zonder de huidige pijn te negeren. De andere als een landschap, waar we een tijd het geluk hebben doorheen te reizen.
Intimations
At what limb were we conjoined?
For all the impossible possibilities
You're like a landscape to me, i just got lucky to see
But I still wonder all the same...
Have I ignored all the intimations?
I still wonder all the same
Do we share that same god
Do we share that same appetite
You still sound the same
I will find you in every lifetime
I still wonder all the same...
Yes we share that same god
Yes we share that same appetite
Yes we share that same god
Yes we share that same appetite
I will find you in every lifetime
Still I wonder all the same...
I just got lucky then
And I’ll be lucky once again
And again and again and again
and again...
Yes we share that same god
Yes we share that same appetite
Yes I share that same god
Yes we share that same appetite
You’re like landscape to me
I just got lucky enough to see
Still we wonder all the same
A love compromised...
You’re like landscape to me
I just got lucky enough to see
And still I wonder all the same
Yes I still wonder all the same
But I will find you in every lifetime
In the knowledge that
In the knowledge that
You’re like a landscape to me
I just got lucky enough to see
And I will wonder all the same
I still wonder all the same
I still wonder all the same
