Now here I come without a word
Painted my last ones on some wall
Letters that I'll never send
Dead flowers in my hand
Here I come, my best, my worse
A blank page, a hidden verse
Figuring a road to walk
Not before the previous falls
Silence is the way we talk
Distance is the way we learn
Well known strangers, here we flow
Easy come and easy go
Now here I come, for miles I ran
Crossed rivers and desert lands
Singing songs of love and death
Slowly dancing in the sand
Here I come, my best, my worse
A blank page is a hidden verse
Figuring a road to walk
Right before the previous falls
Silence is the way we talk
Distance is the way we learn
Well known strangers, here we flow
Easy come and easy go