A car crash on the highway
the cars standing still
Blue light
police sirens blaring
a man knocking on the glass
he want to ride with me
I say: why not
and he gets in the car
he doesn't mention his name
he looks tired
finally we're moving again
and he says: I want to go home
I want to go back to the sea
a last glimpse
feeling
the wind giving me wings
I want to go back to the sea
where happiness (luck)
will receive me with open arms again
the rest of the drive he's silent
near Hamburg he gets out
the sky is already painting red in the horizon
next morning in the newspaper
the car accident, a picture of his face
they wrote: This man died instantly
he didn't have a name
he looked tired
I can still hear him saying: soon I'll be home
I want to go back to the sea
a last glimpse
feeling
the wind giving me wings
I want to go back to the sea
where happiness (luck)
will receive my with open arms again
I want to go back to the sea