I'm waiting for the bus to come
I'm lying on a bench
Thinking of a book I read

And wondering what it meant

I hear footsteps coming closer

It's an ordinary man
He comes up to me, shakes my hand
And asks me who I am


I am paralysed, I can't talk or move
What could I say

And before I have the chance to think
I tell this man my name
I tell this man my name


He smiles and looks away
But I still don't know the answer to this day

To this day
To this day
To this day...

To this day
To this day
To this day...


(I don't know the answer...)