someone, someone cares. they care about me up there. they come and lite up some stars and they fall, one by one.

we go about on two different paths, day and night , all their lengths. tired and hungry and waiting for a sign, on a path of dust and time. we will meet at the end of the roads and questions, we will meet at the end of many days and nights. I know that you are getting close now. spring has passed, the summer has ended. and the rains have returned.

someone, someone cares. they care about me up there. come and collect some stars and return them one by one