I turn my head up to the sky,
I focus one thought at a time,
I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeve.
It couldn’t be a longer time, I feel like I am walking blind,
I have no arrival time, there are no legible signs.
There are no legible signs.

I like the way that you talk,
I like the way that you walk.
It’s hard to recreate such an individual gait.