Part III.

There were always the days
when the world had forgotten
all that we meant
to everyone loved
and all that they meant
to us in our thoughts.

I wish that in some way
these days would come back again
it hurts to remember them
it hurts to remember friends.

Part II.

It's been a long while
I look for your smile
Upon every face
And in every crowd
Won't you see that I miss you
Won't you say you forgive me
I wait for you now
In the heart of all cities
Just for a chance
For a moment to grasp
That you're no longer needing
That you no longer need me
But you're still who I look for
When meeting a stranger.