In a room above a busy street. The echoes of a life. The fragments and the accidents. Separated by incidents. Listened to by the walls. We share the same spaces. Repeated in the corridors. Performing the same movements. Storey to storey. Building to building. Street to street. We pass each other on the stairs. Storey to storey. Building to building. Street to street. We pass each other on the stairs. Listened to by the walls. We share the same spaces. Repeated in the corridors. Performing the same movements. The nature of your tragedy. Is chained around your neck. Do you lead or are you led. Are U sure that you don't care. There are reasons here to give your life. And follow in your way. The passion lives to keep your faith. Though all are different all are great. Climbing as we fall. We dare to hold on to our fate. And steal away our destiny. To catch ourselves with quiet grace. Storey to storey. Building to building. Street to street. We pass each other on the stairs. Listened to by the walls. We share the same spaces. Repeated in the corridors. Performing the same movements. Storey to storey. Building to building. Street to street.