Side by side in a throng of people Yet somehow I'm feeling alone Never liked the situation Never dealt with isolation A desolate wasteland Teeming with countless people It is an effort to withstand The assault of their endless silence Swimming in a sea of faces Faces moving to a sea of places Places to go, just crowded spaces Spaces to run in futile races The streets might as well be empty It's not like anyone is talking Just hurrying on their way Acting as if there's nothing to say Infinite as sand They stream down every street And I am witnessing firsthand The results of their endless silence Swimming in a sea of faces Faces moving to a sea of places Places to go, just crowded spaces Spaces to run in futile races In a boat with just one oar Another person they'd ignore The tide pulls me in But to what avail? Fruitlessness in success Nothingness in surety Hollowness in substance Worthlessness in riches Living, but to no avail Swimming in a sea of faces Faces moving to a sea of places Places to go, just crowded spaces Spaces to run in futile races