I eat grapes, my coffee in front of me,
Waves in my hair
Somebody passes
And that moment the lives intersect
The striped ones keep playing
The wanderers keep searching
The ones who stand keep waiting
Those who find keep wanting
Like that, the world keeps spinning
Like that, the world keeps spinning
Maybe there are many things to share,
Maybe there is none
In our minds, thoughts
That we left behind
Those that can't find, revolt
Those that ignore, run away
Ones who don't want, grieve; he who writes and writes, keeps writing
Like that, the world keeps spinning
Like that, the world keeps spinning