counting down the numbers of the houses passing by.
sing a little lullaby for the one who is inside.
a look into a woman's face, and a glance behind the mask.
an empty room and noone there to split the emptiness.

milky windows I can't see the world that is behind.
the blue eyes of emptiness. the window's going blind.

deepest place to be, I was searching for the gold. the little star upon her sleeve.
it's the hardest one, behold.