o, the visitor from a distant country, you are like a bird

Hey stranger, you're calling out from somewhere too.  
Hey stranger, you're calling out from somewhere too.
  
I'm living here in pieces --  
I'm living here in pieces -- 
  
somewhere you're living in pieces, too
  
Each day, as [bad word] and goes, the silken wind says, "Tell me!"
  
The silken wind says, "Tell me!"
  
The one who is like a pale, innocent flowerbud --
  
that girl, where, where is she?
  
Where is her light? The one who is my very life - where is she?
  
I am [bad word]  and you're only half-alive.
  
Hey stranger, you're calling out from somewhere too.
  
Hey stranger, you're calling out from somewhere too.
  
I'm living here in pieces -- 
  
I'm living here in pieces -- 
  
somewhere you're living in pieces, too
  
You're not here, but your smile is.
  
Your face is nowhere to be found, but the sound of your footsteps are.
  
Where are you, where?
  
Where is there a sign of you,
  
Where is there a sign of you,
  
I'm [bad word]  and you're only half-alive.