A voice so cold and so calm
A piece emptiness of all that was done
His walk is shy, quiet and steady
A man with his loneliness
A man so simple a soul as dark
Takes a few steps toward the end of the streets
Acts of a person looking for someone, because it is
Her look so serious and so fixed
Look at the clock and watch time pass
As soon as your emptiness consumes
The wounded leaves but what matters to him
It is that he is alone (2x)