This door between us,
I can feel you on the other side.
It pains to know this only hurdle between us,
Deadbolt, I’m locked outside.
I hate to hear your cries there,
I smile when I hear you laugh,
The times I wished I could break it down,
But this lifeless bolt to me won’t answer.
One fear I have, that you hold the key,
And you left me out.
Worst, you lost the key.

I can't feel the world outside,
It’s heat trying to reach me.
I’m trapped in this Styrofoam house,
Where my identity bathes in itself,
Out of touch from the world is a bad place to be!
I’m not necessarily alone,
But sometimes in this Styrofoam box I’m lonely.
Not too bad, just a little irritating to the skin.

My best friend,
She’s flying to a foreign country,
I’m happy that she’s going to see a place
A place I've always wanted to be.
The day of goodbye went by well,  
The moment I got a chance to sit back I realized,
How alone I already feel.
I had told her before she left I’d fallen for her,
I knew that is not how she wanted it to be.
My love’s flying to a foreign country,
I don’t know when her I will see,
In a moment of despair I told her I’ll miss her a lot,
That I love her, I wish I hadn't,
For her lack reaction to that was foreign to me.

I didn't realize it’s raining,
How long has it been?
Seems like the days ending…
Look, the city seems to be still,
I think I can hear its heart beat,
Or is it mine?
The murmur of the rain swallows and washes away all we say,
Let’s sit and talk, you know how I like to hear you say,  
Sitting at the window,
Hearing the rain talk its soft pain,
As it beats against the walls,
We wish our time away,
Chasing the droplets racing down the glass.

It’s hard here where people have their own little solar systems of needs. I need a glass of whiskey with some dilution, so I can explain myself better to them. May I come visit you after? I swear I won’t be a bother. I understand if you don’t want me there. It’s the whiskey, isn’t it? You needn’t do me a favor, only if you really want me to. (and I say to myself, there our solar systems collided)

I went a million miles, had a thousand things to do, yet nothing seemed to matter to me, without having you. I asked myself why it was so, I found I had to reason to do, no fulfillment to attain, like an existence without purpose, my reasons ending on you

The crescendo rose, the final act upon them. The fluid motions of dance, poetry in motion, just stole the viewers away from their seats. As she rose to the finale, about to make the final jump, like all the other times she knew not what was going to happen, if he’d catch her. She jumped anyways, not because the show had to go on, because she saw in his eyes the assurance that he’ll not fail her. So she jumped from above, to fall into the arms she trusted.