I was already so far away
And have turned around again
To see again
How you feel
I have driven far
To see where it is most beautiful
Shortly before the aim
I have missed something
I have really tried it
But I've lost much too often
The way back is much more confortable
Than the way forward
Again and again I arrive here
Again and again we look at each other
Again and again I stand here alone
Again and again I say:
"This will be the last time"
Everything here is it always is
Everything unsettled
When I go now, then
Everything here will fall down
I have no fear of flying
But I have fear of falling
Because I don't really know
Will I fall hard or softly?