Buy the ticket, take the ride. Too weird to live, too rare to die… 4:20 am, still on the road. The sun, as pink as GRAPEFRUIT, is melting on the turquoise horizon. It’s dripping slowly on the blue concrete under your wheels. These purple trees along the road, they wave their leaves like old friends. Red EUCALYPTUS tentacles are sucking up the last drops of the dawn. The whiffs of dreamy JASMINE clouds and CANNABIS floating all around. The green ANGELICA on orange sand looks so unreal…The Universe rolled in a piece of thin white paper, and you’re behind the wheel. Sweet Leaf - the scent of a colourful trip with no destination.
Buy the ticket, take the ride. Too weird to live, too rare to die… 4:20 am, still on the road. The sun, as pink as GRAPEFRUIT, is melting on the turquoise horizon. It’s dripping slowly on the blue concrete under your wheels. These purple trees along the road, they wave their leaves like old friends. Red EUCALYPTUS tentacles are sucking up the last drops of the dawn. The whiffs of dreamy JASMINE clouds and CANNABIS floating all around. The green ANGELICA on orange sand looks so unreal…The Universe rolled in a piece of thin white paper, and you’re behind the wheel. Sweet Leaf - the scent of a colourful trip with no destination.
