I analyze the things you think You don't want to be a prototype An inner mind is posing trapping all outside Stripping off the pride I start to stop losing you flee the emptiness Following the footprints lead me to the stones I steal a car I drive too fast Good evening I close my eyes I start mourning I cannot reach the hand You want me to hold I start crawling on my hands I start mourning I cannot teach the man Who brought me there Haunting my own I don't know At last I am sitting here The clock is ticking time is passing I agree to move to the first day You bring your friend from your place I start to stop losing you to seek the emptiness Following the footprints lead me to the stones