You say, you've lost yourself,
you don't recognize yourself,
as if you lived the life of a stranger.
You have to go somewhere else, you'd best stay alone,
even if you're against it.
At night you suddenly have visions in a dream,
you doubt your reason.
You say, you're scared,
you don't know, how things will go on,
and you're burnt out.
We'll wait for you here,
you're still looking for yourself.
And sometimes you write postal cards to us,
you're still looking for yourself.
You say, you feel alone
in a room full of people.
As if they were only an illusion.
No one talks to you,
'cause no man speaks your language,
you yourself do not speak it anymore.
You say, you're being followed
and they want to kill you.
But it's not clear who “they“ are,
and all that you have ever known
isn't true at all.
We'll wait for you here,
you're still looking for yourself.
And sometimes you write postal cards to us,
you're still looking for yourself.
I wish you that you'll find yourself,
you're still looking for yourself
and you don't disappear on the way,
you're still looking for yourself.