he crowls at night the darkened streets,
All he can see is his own past,
For the future is obscured by dust -
And all he knows of this then past,
Is that it brought him to this street in crowling.

She falls off the train -
Almost races the rain,
But all she can think of is the past,
For the future is obscured by fast,
And all she can manage to remember,
Is that she ended up just like a drop of rain.

You don't take much time to choke on the gas,
All you can imagine is a past,
And even this unknown past,
Can only tell you of a war,
A bloody war of which you too have suffered.

I see you, you look right through me,
All I know is my past, all you see is yourself
So all this past now tells me, as clearly as you don't,
is that I'm desperately in love,
Yet you don't seem to care.