Maybe it's me, maybe it's you
Maybe it's the secret crowds of two...

I'm falling now
But at least it's the right direction...

I'm dirty trying to clean
All my dirty deeds...

Run down these streets with
With no true reasons...

Lakes and waters
Floating with my father...

Don't you see
This is not how it's suppose to be...

Worlds away
Steps apart...

Photographs lay across the wall
And everyones eyes appear to follow...

Do you hear the wind blowing through the trees
Or the sound of them turning out their leaves...

Hear the process moving
Round in circles again...

You got a light cause I need a fire
To drag on the cigarette between my lips...

You are a disgrace
A pathetic thing...