String
We have no clue why we came aroundAlways, we have no clue when we will come aroundWhere have you been? Are you alive yet?Two stories begin underneath the distant sky
The vertical string is you, the horizontal one is meSomeday, the fabric ours intertwine may be able to heat someone up
Why am I living my life?A hangnail the trail of that day left, when I was at a lossRun and pursue the dreamA hangnail the trail of that day left, when I tripped overWhat does this string intertwine?So precarious that I was trembling in the winds
The vertical string is you, the horizontal one is meSomeday, the fabric ours intertwine may be able to heal someone's wound
The vertical string is you, the horizontal one is mePeople say that work is destined to beThat we come across that string we must