Hey stranger, you're calling out from somewhere too.
I'm living here in pieces --
somewhere you're living in pieces, too.
Each day, as it comes and goes, the silken wind says, "Tell me!"
“Tell me!”
Where is his light?
The one who is my very life - where is he?
Distant light...
You're not here, but your smile is.
Your face is nowhere to be found, but the sound of your footsteps are.
Where are you, where?
Where is there a sign of you,
where is my world?
I'm incomplete, and you're only half-alive.
