Seeing myself in strangers faces Walking down the street Our eyes meet only for a moment Into the ground we see But I'm still chasing visions of The vivid underground Something creeps through the silence What do we make of it now? Every smile is slightly crooked Few and far apart Stuck in the nine to five routine They say "We must all do Our part" But I'm not one For second chances Why should I waste my time? Running through days Of empty reason Only hoping for a sign