Día 30: All I am is a body floating down-wind. as the express train passes the local, It moves by just like a paper boat although it weighs a million pounds. I swear it almost seems to float and as we pass by each other our heads all full of bother, we can't look, we can't stop, we can't think, we can't stop, because we're stuck in our own paths and it's the way it always lasts but I need something more from you. (Nada surf - Paper boat)