There is a voice,
Constant in my mind;
And it’s the same question that it unwinds.
Where will I meet you?
Where will we be?
Do you still, have that love for me?

I go places,
I see the humanity;
But my heart revolves,
Around a single identity.

There may be no tomorrow,
There may be no us;
There may be no loving heart,
To create that buzz.

But the heart still wants to love,
As it can’t let it go,
And that’s the answer it all wants to know.
Where will I meet you?
Where will we be?
Do you still, have that love for me?