Where's our home now? I'd like to settle down. It's getting colder, I want you closer to me now. "Am I a bother?" A question I've been asking me. Cause I'm losing touch with myself, you and reality. Cannot see forward if I'm still looking at past. We've been walking for what feels like eternity, and I've been gazing at what feels like my infinity. Those scars you have, reveal your tale, no need to speak.