A doormat, a savour of home sweet home. Bleed black & white, chromatic noir withthe touh ch of natural exotica. Rusty emotions, strel lips e e & brittled promises. I need you, maybe or you need me either way: there is a need somewhere amongst our spina al cords, the bones of the heart, we are in the aquarian moment the soul is restless, the longing is soaking wet , now we wait -- Dolly, 27.11.2018