Aimless walking around
In a wood, maybe it was on a street
A piece of wood in my hand
Instead of your hand, I still can feel it on my skin
There is a wall in front of me
I spray your face, colorful
Senseless walking at the edge
Of a deep canyon with no way out
Where should I go, where do I drift?
Where I have to go, where can I find you?
Aimless walking around
On a highway or deep down, underground
A city map in my hand
But it doesn't tell me where to go
Graffities on every wall
Everything looks to me like a picture of you
Senseless walking at the edge
Of a giant cup, the dirt of the whole world in it
I'm drifting around, driftwood in a strange city
Flying sand, I don't know where I run aground
Driftwood finds it home where it stranded
Never heard from driftwood, that never stranded