Sitting alone, don’t seem to care
All that has hurt me, is now so distant
Its not that I got so numb
Its not that nothing can hurt me
Rounding the edges, takes care of the sharp ones
The road ahead is wide awake
The water is fine down steam
I dare wondering through the world
wondering through the world
I’m never really sitting all alone
Moments of effort surrounded by flow
Sitting alone don’t wish to care
Rounding the edges, takes care of the sharp ones