| Spent my whole life drifting
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| Trusting my life on the hands of fate
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| The winds take me to a harbor every now and then
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| But how long can I go on like this?
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| Without setting my anchors, drifting away
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| I’m swimming in darkness
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| Looking for a single ray of light
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| The weights in my ankles are pulling me down
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| Is it time to say goodbye?
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| Won’t I still get one last chance?
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| Or is it time for the last goodbye?
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| Wasting away, drifting away
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| Can I go on without setting my anchors?
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| Inside my heart I blocked all the answers
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| I need them now. |
| Where’s the last lifeline?
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| I thought I had it, but now the story has an open end
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| All ties that bind me with this world
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| I lost them along the way
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| Hatred and despair no longer sustain
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| No anchors, no rudder, wasting away
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| Wasting away, drifting away
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| Can I go on without setting my anchors?
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| Inside my heart I blocked all the answers
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| I need them now
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| Where’s the last lifeline? |