I should not want to succeed the sky And because there is no limit to the question why Because with a wonder I stare at the passerby
Loneliness
Because I should view the world as all a dream And constantly question reality and what that means Because i should have faith in what remains unseen
Loneliness
Because strangers should make us so much less estranged And the delusional remind us that we are not that deranged Because alone, the strangest of strangers will always remain
Loneliness
Because this world is a much too bigger place So big we find room to hide from a saving grace and cower from salvation, turning our face and leave the world alone, without a trace.