21:50.

Just strangers in a strange land
Where the moon is dim
Wanderers in a pack hunting
Alone and feeling grim

I don't know what you mean sometimes
The distance between us is too great
But yet, I can feel you here right now
breathing inside of me

This is the air I breathe
My daily bread
This is the life I lead
That which I'm loathe to forget

So cut those words into my heart
Lest I forget to cry
What is my truth, dear Lord?
Let my words be few