Have you ever looked out on the street and found your eyes meet a scene with two strangers, caught up real deep and someone gets beaten up?

But that's all we know

And you remember the last time you planned to stay and give something back, to light up a day but it was much too easy to walk away?

Well that's all we know

My best friend is breaking in two and this time it's up to me to be there - and straight away too - but maybe not quite today

And that's all we know

And sometimes I find it so awkward that we'd rather want to write than to talk because now even when we walk we just type away

But that's all we know

And it was really not so far back when they didn't know what to eat but instead we throw it all out and now it is piling up

But that's all we know

And isn't it a shame we got used to things on the news where all we can see is war and abuse and kids, dead on the beach?

But that's all we know

I'm tossing, turning, it is hard to rest when your mind is out there trying to be the best

What's the point in always looking for the truth when you don't understand what's right in front of you?

If I'm being honest I'm a hypocrite: I try to be myself, yet I don't give a shit

I'm trying hard to change, I really want it so

But now is not the time, I gotta go

Have you ever looked out on the street and found your eyes meet a scene with two strangers, caught up real deep and someone gets beaten up?