Too many people
 We are alone in this darkened room
 Smoke swirls above my head
 Mould fights for life on the ceiling
 And I feel
 They can hear my every thought in here
 Now I can hear, they whisper in my ears again
 When I close my eyes I see nothing from before
 Standing below the blackened moss
 That bleeds from every other home around me
 In a sea of blue tiles I stand here alone with only a suitcase
 And I have lost my home
 People here they disappear
 The forgotten shout but no one hears
 Shibuya calls again
 A sea of faces
 But again, I am alone
 In the busiest of places
 Now I can hear, they whisper in my ears again
 When I close my eyes I see nothing from before
 Standing below the blackened moss
 That bleeds from every other home around me
 In a sea of blue tiles I stand here alone with only a suitcase
 And I have lost my home