People look out the window,
Calling out names,
People look at the clock,
Recalling old times,
People look at me,
People think: she is drunk
Or, perhaps, ill,
But it is a wave inside of me!
A turn, followed by a dead end,
This is where I will crash
And that exact moment is when I will end
My meaningless route
People look out the window,
People think: she is drunk
Or, perhaps, ill,
But they do not know that I...
...That this wave knocked me off my feet,
Smashed me into the rocks
Tore me into pieces
And, after I was cut with shells,
Threw me onto the sand.
Is there anything out there
That's under my control?
Call and leave a message
For my sweet anguish:
I lay on the pavement
In an unnamed dead end.
A turn, followed by a wall,
This is where she lies,
She says, she is sober
She says, it is a wave inside of her...
...This wave is now a powerful torrent,
Smashed me into the rocks
Tore me into pieces
And, after I was cut with shells,
Threw me onto the sand.
Is there anything out there
That's under my control?
People look out the window,
People look out the window,
People look at me,
People think: she is drunk
Or, perhaps, ill,
But it is a wave inside of me!