We can't see the bridges anymore
Too many cement walls
We can't feel what connects us anymore
Just this coldness that separates us
We're small parts of the whole
But the whole, we can't share it anymore
Such countless numbers of people
But alone far too often
We're like stowaways
Just drifting around
On a little blue ball
Through the great, black sea
We're like stowaways
We don't know where we're going
And whenever someone disembarks, each wants to say:
We loved, we lived
It has never been in our hands
We are born somewhere
Sometimes with holes in our pockets
Sometimes in silver without worries
At times we have less than nothing
But make everything and more, everything and more out of it
At times we we get a window seat
But don't look through it at all
We're like stowaways
Just drifting around
On a little blue ball
Through the great, black sea
We're like stowaways
We don't know where we're going
And whenever someone disembarks, each wants to say: We loved, we lived
We're like stowaways
Just drifting around
And whenever someone disembarks, each wants to say: We loved, we lived
We're like stowaways
Just drifting around
On a little blue ball
Through the great, black sea
We're like stowaways
We don't know where we're going
And whenever someone disembarks, each wants to say:
We loved, we lived