I'm waiting for the bus to come

I'm lying on a bench

Thinking of a book I read

And wondering what it meant



I hear footsteps coming closer

It's an ordinary man

He comes up to me, shakes my hand

And asks me who I am



I am paralysed, I can't talk or move

What could I say

And before I have the chance to think

I tell this man my name

I tell this man my name



He smiles and looks away

But I still don't know the answer to this day

To this day

To this day

To this day...

To this day

To this day

To this day...



(I don't know the answer...)


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