After all, A writer's mind is always occupied by strangers. After all, A writer's mind is always occupied by strangers.

Under the sky, you and I. Yes, strangers. Smiling head to toe in light. Under the sky, you and I. Yes, strangers. Smiling head to toe in light.

Not the end but the start, Not the strangers but the known, Not the hate but the love, Not the end but the start, Not the strangers but the known, Not the hate b...

The faded white attire The broken smile The posted letters The lifeless bicycle  The faded white attire The broken smile The posted letters The lifeless...

We came here as perfect strangers, Colossal dreams filling our eyes We came here as perfect strangers, Colossal dreams filling our eyes

You saw the storm I stumbled upon You saw the storm I stumbled upon