i like your smile there is something private about it a kid sits at a campsite fire beside it It keeps him company, this private little thing and he warms my hands felt froze the first time I rode a bike the stars sometimes fill up our existence and I forget about the pumping gas and sometimes I’m sure that I’ve imagined all the world as a character in an empty void my hands felt froze. the first time when our eyes intertwined so tight and I forgot it was snowing and that I was still a boy woke from a reverie of the way shadows weep from your light each tiny finger cast to bleed across the snow I’ve imagined all the world as a character in an empty void I’ve imagined all the world as a character in an empty void I’ve imagined all the world as a character in an empty void a character in an empty void