full screendownload
I have to go to my race
A delightful car to work in
The photo of the subway is blurry, a man in a hurry to work
We only see what we want to see
And I just now didn't have to
Backpack on our shoulders, we go to the groin
Along the path along the path we go to the green forest
We have the most innovative lenses for your eyes
We have reached it rushing through the white snow
We sail to where the beacon beam shines
We come to visit not asked