I've been walking a year now
I'm following the thick air
I've collected the scents on the outside
But on the inside - bare.
I'm collecting strangers' glances into one
that is the glance that belongs to you.
That's the only thing that makes me feel vulnerable and miserable
and everything is a zero, number.
Oh dear, just a little more
and that road will end
Oh sweet one, you're waiting
embrace.