Days go by, are ready for the long way back
The red moon moves clear, travels along
Follows me constantly, step by step
Over me its light
Over me, I can't escape it
Months, years go by in endless duty
Storms challenged, salty pride
Hard mistake, wounded denial
And the escape und the sight
And the dawn, the passing
And I know
And I hang
to the belief, that you think of me
And I feel
And I mean
That you look from somewhere between the stars
Am I still asleep? Am I awake?
Am I loud? Am I weak?
Where is the land?
Does it weigh still, are we docking?
I waver behind
No hard ground,
I sway
Everything's damp and pale
That dreams clench
to break apart without meaning
And I know
And I hang
to the belief, that you think of me
And I feel
And I mean
That you look from somewhere between the stars
Am I still asleep? Am I awake?
Am I loud? Am I weak?
Am I weak?
Am I weak?
And it sways and tears and leaves a raw stitch
Endlessly
And it pulls and bites
Your sad eyes, your calmness
And a year
and your trick
Will you ever take me in again?
And I know
And I hang
to the belief, that you think of me
And I feel
And I mean
That you look from somewhere between the stars
Am I still asleep? Am I awake?
Am I loud? Am I weak?
How long it still goes
And how long?
And what stands at the end
what stands at the end