Usually I don't post anything in here, but what the hell. I was in a writing mood tonight and I guess this is the result: there are little things here and there can we live without them, do we really need them it's a simple question we ask ourselves can we make it further, are we driven under all around us are the same people the same faces, the same reasons little pieces and little puzzles missing from a life of drifting...drifting... it's all the same, the very same all the places and all the voices, everywhere and everything... ask me how I feel today, we've got the time, you'll say and I'll remember now, as I remembered then, the words you said again and again the night is still young, and you are still free, still free, and yet still here and wondering why and why and why but it isn't easy, it isn't easy you'll learn to live again but I wish I knew, I wish I knew the dawn is near and I haven't slept yet here you are, you say, and here we are you haven't changed, and nor have I the days have long passed us by yet we meet again, we meet again and it's a special day, a timeless place a cherished face, a grievous fate we'll learn to breathe again, I'll say but I wish I knew, I wish I knew the night is over and we're growing colder still cold, and still here and waiting, waiting, waiting, for something, for everything but this is the last time, I'll say to you, the last time, you'll say to me that we'll walk this road again and if the end should meet us halfway there, then you'll find your way back home, someday and we'll lose ourselves along the way but we'll find our way somehow, someway leave the rest behind, behind for another day, another time leave the world behind, today and you'll find your way back home, someday.