Have patience in growing I grab onto a wind in from the sea To not need the ground somewhat A world bent out of figure drops a figure in my dreams Very likely just to mess up everything
Wherever I go, dear The map is getting louder every year How did you find nowhere? How did you find a somewhere with a river up it's sleeve? Tomorrow I'll be packing up my things
And I need you now With this pain running through And then slowly around In the morning hour I see that it's likely This night is a part of me now
No pleasure in knowing Construction is getting louder every year My father could carry Whatever he could carry to the carriage of his flight And exit through the wildest of his dreams
