Hessuhopo

These hasty horns, sounds of rush-hour
Running to wait...lined in a fashion
I touch your skin to warm myself again
But you feel so cold, shaking together as one alone

I turn away to face my life in the line
Upbeat the pace of filling the crack in mind
Redeeming whats lost when we do our time
Inside ourselves...will i learn from nothing?

Sense is frail yet sees between the lines
Understanding the dreams i´ve left behind
Walling out every exit in sight
Enclosing your windows to my...
....mind....to my mind...(can you feel what i mean?)

I turn away to face my life in the line
Upbeat the pace of filling the crack in mind
Redeeming whats lost when we do our time
Inside ourselves...will i learn from nothing?