Under the awnings Past the shopfronts Past familiar windows Without looking in People talking Traffic moving A normal afternoon Carrying on Carrying on Carrying on Then something changed Not the streets Not the sunlight Not the day Something warm Hanging there Ahhh... Ahhh... Ooooh... I stopped walking Without knowing why I stopped walking Without knowing why Why Why Why A door swung open Someone laughed A bus pulled away The lights changed Everything continued Everything continued A trace A trace A trace No face No voice No name Nothing I could follow Something warm Hanging there A trace Something warm A trace Without a name A trace Hanging there A trace Ahhh... Ooooh... I almost remembered I almost remembered Almost Almost Almost Something warm Hanging there Something warm Hanging there A trace A trace A trace Carrying on Carrying on
