We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…

With words by Brent Kinder, and piano by Igor.

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all guitar (except percs) one way or another "I think our whole society is run by insane people, for insane objects, for insane objectives," Lennon once said.