phorcyas :: mansions of mars | french house / cosmic disco

The Dream didn't end with a bang. It ended with wind. © 2026 phorcyas · All rights reserved ───────────────────── Lyrics In the years after The Dream was gone the sanctuaries of wealth and all that fun have been left, abandoned like vessels ruined matter that constantly wrestles in vain against the entropy becoming a joke in eternity Wind, wind, wander no rain, no thunder Millions of years nor laughter, nor tears Carry on with your dusty lace burying this pride and grace Here it comes, here it goes idle existence that constantly blows Some promised, but never will return even those that have been born on this beautiful planet called Mars but raised behind concrete and glass All, still pursued by a hidden weight by unspeakable visions, this inexplicable freight Wind, wind, wander no rain, no thunder Millions of years nor laughter, nor tears Carry on with your dusty lace burying this pride and grace Here it comes, here it goes idle existence that constantly blows After they've gone and shamefully left their dwellings, and sheds, and all those lofts something moved in, took over these walls made its abode and now drifts through the halls Paradise once supposed now said to be a haunted place Wind, wind, wander no rain, no thunder Millions of years nor laughter, nor tears Carry on with your dusty lace burying this pride and grace Here it comes, here it goes idle existence that constantly blows Lyrics by phorcyas ───────────────────── #frenchhouse #cosmichouse #frenchtouch #disco #electronicdance #discofunk