From my window I can see the colors fading,
november is creeping back into my soul.
I feel leached out, like a shading,
I'm lacking confidence and a goal.
People are passing by under umbrella skies,
they seem so sure or is it just a disguise?
Everybody is seeking forgiveness
but I don't even dare to try.
Put your hand into mine,
in my dream there's a pale white line,
with a light blue field above -
a topographic ocean and a sea of love.
The world is going crazy
but everybody thinks he‘s sane.
I'm shooting blind and someone's falling -
Hey, but ain't that the game?
Give me a good reason to stay sober,
every lost sheep, wants to be found.
Can somebody hear me, out and over -
I'm afraid I'm losing ground.
Put your hand into mine,
in my dream there's a pale white line,
with a light blue field above -
a topographic ocean and a sea of love.
I've been walking these roads for quite a while
but I got to admit, I'm still unsure.
Is there loophole ahead or just a dead-end street?
Or a crack… to some unexpected cure?
Put your hand into mine,
in my dream there's a pale white line,
with a light blue field above -
a topographic ocean and a sea of love.