Where is the God that guides my hand?
How can the hands of others reach me?
When will I find what I grope for?
Who is going to teach me?
I am me / me are we / we can't see
any way out of here
Crashing sea - a trophied history:
Chance has lost my Guinevere

I don't want to be one wave in the water
But sea will drag me deep
One more haggard drowned man

I can see the lemmings coming,
but I know I'm just a man