Going back there, to take a look at my life. Going back there, disillusioned and trembling and wishing you would hold me once more without pretending like you know me. The sky is twirling in circles again and I feel my knees getting mellow as violins echo in the background of my mind. Where have you been ? Who are you when you look at yourself ? What did you read in that letter of mine that made you want to swallow the world whole and find me ?