We're captured, In our own rooms, In our own minds, In our own worlds, And in the lines of our hands. That we often forget, The existence...

I see the reflection of us, Sitting with intertwined fingers, My head on your shoulder, Looking at the view in awe. I see the reflection...

My hand searches for the warmth of yours, As I wake up in the middle of the night, And then realizing that the distances, Between our...

It's after 11 in the night, And we are just walking, On the empty roads, Of a city unknown. Not that I know you so much, But, I feel safe...