It's me, here.
It's you, there.
When can we ever meet?

There's him, here.
There's her, there.
When will they ever leave?

There're too many eyes (there)
There're too many ears (here)
When will there be peace?

Too much talking,
with not much meaning.
Who's listening?

There'll never be satisfaction,
in this mechanism we call life.

It's a vicious cycle.

So why are we wasting time,
in this endless run to find happiness?
Why are we crying,
when they're having fun to hide the sadness?

There's still too much talking,
with not much meaning.
But I'm still listening,
to the silent meaning,
in all these meaningless talking.

And I'm here still,
while you're there.

It's a vicious cycle.