He needs your help to find your trace 
In the miles of countless roads. 
He leaves his doubts and the shame 
Behind the [bad word] close. 

And he knows you are there, 
In the fussing air of city atmosphere. 
Needs your help to be yours, 
Searching for the trace in countless miles of roads. 

Inside the crowdy city streets 
He is doing best to be the same. 
And all the efforts which he takes 
Are just to find your faded trace. 

And he knows you are there, 
In the fussing air of city atmosphere. 
Needs your help to be yours, 
Searching for the trace in countless miles of roads. 

In fact the game they play [bad word] to end someday. 
killing feel of pain will fade away.  [bad word] back home to wait for another day. 
With a smile on his face tomorrow he will do the same. 

And he knows you are there, 
In the fussing air of city atmosphere. 
Needs your help to be yours, 
Searching for the trace in countless miles of roads.