It's the quiet night that breaks me. I cannot stand the sight this familiar place. It's the quiet night that breaks like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace. All my books are lying useless now. All my maps only show me how to lose my way. Oh call my name. You know my name. And that sound, everything will change. Tell me it won't always be this hard. I am nothing you, but I don't know who you are. It's crowded room that breaks me: everybody looks so luminous, and strangely young. It's the crowded room that's heard. No one here can say a word of native tongue. I can't be among them anymore. I fold myself away before it burns me numb. Oh call my name. You know my name. And in your everything will Tell me it won't always be this hard. I am nothing without you, but I don't know who you are.