Maybe two is good enough?

Distance. Space. Suspicion in lack of faith. All the looks from unknown eyes gets so scary if no one ever smiles. On the train, people talking. About me. About you. About tomorrow. A man reads the paper but he doesn't seem to care what happens in a place if he don't happen to be there. He's got everything he need and is not interested in share. In a park plays a band and we all raise a hand. They sing about a dream. They sing and we scream. In a park plays a band and they sing about a land and for the land they've got a dream and they sing and we scream. Comfort. Trust. You wont ask for it even if you must. The sound of a word from a voice you've never heard. It gets so scary, it gets so...