...travelling...
...travelling alone,
without guiding lights to show me the way

Something is just telling me
To let go and float
On these visions inside

...A gentle...
Gentle breeze
Soothes my unease,
Soothes my unease...

...In...
In this realm
Time slips away,
Time slips away...

Why am I still holding on
To all these images?
The world is lying at my feet,
Ready for the taking
How do you turn the tide,
How can you face the outside?
A self-made refugee,
Hiding from the real
Stars of time

How can I reach
Someone outside myself,
Escape this loneliness
Inside my mind?
I welcome company
Please help me to stay awake
'Cause this journey's bliss
Will be the end of me

Still afraid
That one day all will slide,
My HINTERLAND
Still afraid
That one day all will slide
I must come, I must come, I must come through
I must turn the tide,
My HINTERLAND
Still afraid

Constant yearning
To see, to hear, to be alive
To know the outside
From within
Gentle breeze,
Won't you carry me?
A new world springs from my
HINTERLAND