— We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?
— Yes, and just one time can be enough...
Who are we?
Where are we?
When are we?
Why are we in here?
Here with you now I'm good, still miss you.
I don't know what I can do, «we» can't be true.
It's seeming more and more
Like all we ever do is see how far it bends
Before it breaks in half and then
We bend it back again.
I'll be fine
I'll be waiting patiently
Till you see the signs
And come running to my open arms.
When will you realise
Do we have to wait till our worlds collide.
It is not who you are underneath, but what you do that defines you.