Why do we do the things we do,
sometime I left it all behind, or so my mind divined.
I thought I'd seen it all before,
but I had to be there just once more.

Hold my hand,
I'd love to,
I've nothing else to hold onto.

I caught you staring at me,
and in that moment I see your face for where you've been, and where you've been seen.
Unfortunately, I am cerebral and can't find the way out of my mind,
this frustration's of an unusual kind.

How're you doing
Are you feeling good?
Have you reached the ultimate in ecstacy?

This dream, I feel I could chase it forever,
and never make it real.
Bring it so close that I would focus on myself, my own choice to feel,
bodyless and ethereal.

Take my pulse,
look for lifesigns.
maybe I've really lost it this time.

But you can stare with wide open eyes,
that tell me nothing very much about whose there inside, and I lose interest in faceless nights.
I know you come here to get lost again,
lost insane, a wave immersed in this sea of faceless anonymity.

but I feel alive today,
I find myself amongst you
free to leave,
for here there is no key.