Since two years, day by day

I am living in the grey.


I life on a ship, it’s more like a ferry.

From one coast where you want to marry,


but back on the opposite shore,

you don’t want me anymore.


So I am sitting in a boat,

over open water I float.


Looking over the railing,

waiting where I am sailing.


Depending on the wind and the drift,

to see on which coast we will shift.


On the right bank I want to strand.

To turn around the ship – to wend,


with my bear hands I paddle and row,

to give direction, where I wanna go.


On the right cost I want to settle the ferry,

the right one, the one where we marry.


But if the drift is wrong,

if it’s too strong,

the ship will just swim along.