He sits alone in the corner of the living room His lips are sealed, he's got nothing to say, but a lot to think about.
It's me, all along, no one else.
I am staring at myself; a reflective image in the window.
I can see my face for the very first time again or maybe just a reflected image in the window.
Until all my thoughts are taken by the wind.
My name is just another word.
I forget past, present and future, no love, no hate, no oxygen.