Migala - The guilt ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If I could for a minute succumb to the disaster of everyday to let me go, let of cling to I guess it would be possible to crash with one of the strangers that I cross by the street and have a premonition of happiness But now, it’s sure that I can’t and probably that’s why one ghost comes every night to rock my stupid guilt, and why its way’s a ring of fire. And when I I finally asleep it’s always the same dream, sand falling fast in a glass bell. The sand very clean, the glass so weak.