Maybe we still listen to the same songs, At the same time, And think of each other. I doubt it, Because I don't listen to those songs...

—————————————————— There, I drew it, That's the line of defence, Everything on this side of it, Is mine, And everything on the other...

I guess there's no right time, For words to say, For words to hold back. I guess there's no way, For me to go, For me to stay back.