It would be beneficial to clear up my soul. My explanations were written by the Man in Hong Kong.
Year's of notes. Recite them to be them.
Memories that fell from my fingertips.
But they collected data from my short history I can't recognize.
All the letters exhaust me. A person I can never feel again, gone.
Would this answer all your questions?
Of the distance and my cold responses.
Of words I spoke that were empty....