All the people - where do they go?
On the motorway, just two steps away
What are they thinking? Why are they here?
On the streets and on the bus
On trains or boats they're one of us
Sometimes they turn around
And suddenly start to laugh
Is this their workaround
To not wonder what's going on?
My thoughts are like bubbles in a glass of water
Too many
And I can't keep them
I wonder about
All those lifes
All those stories
All those tears
I wonder about
Every smile
Every tear
And all this fear