I really came looking for home, you just happened to be there all along, doing nothing 'cus you only had an image of me from far away dance and me being my lonesome self.

Thinking of an impossible event,
other than myself.

So the streets and rains erased each others names, years had to pass for circumstances to collapse, to meet up again, introduced for a second time, and something cilcked inside.

Imagining an impossible event,
to change life,
something other than being left behind.

Writting on threads thinner than life,
all I can do is wait and wish that this time I do it right.

Keep holding down on my heart,
ignore the preassure,
you do more good than you can ever imagine.