Sitting at the corner
of a little black square room.
Seeing every move, every tear and every smile
of a living dots outside.
A little drop of water,
I'm a drop of water
into an endless dry cold land...
and make me feel so far, so far...
becoming all so hard, so hard.
That I can't see the stars above,
and I want to see the stars.
Waiting for you,
needing of you,
please cross that door, cross that heart.
And I'm quiet here
afraid of my fears,
covering my ears.
Please be my guide, my guide.
Please be my star , my star