been a long road to follow been there and gone tomorrow without saying goodbye to yesterday are the memories i hold still valid?...
all day the city's selling something always, the busy people spinning 'round busier dizzier...
seeing you in my tears in my own reflection I hear you in the wind that passes through me feel you in my hunger...
where all the colors are ocean the silent ocean knows your face...
I analyze and I verify and I quantify enough one hundred percentile no errors, no miss I synchronize and I specialize and I classify so much...