Just black and grey. Not even white.
Birds of prey on our track tonight.
Navigation at shortest sight.
Lured away by northern lights.
I’ll lift the anchor from the ground. And drift with the tides now.
Leave it all behind. Leave it all behind. Leave it all...
The pins still hold. The colours fade.
The bill too old to be repaid.
The boat is sold. A bargain trade.
The story’s told but much too late.
I can’t ask you to guide me now. I’ll go where it leads me.
I won’t cry this time. I won’t cry this time. I won’t cry...
Follow the stars.
On a sea that’s full of sharks.
Into the dark.
- David Zintl
- David Zintl, Alexander Rudolph, Hendrik Schneider, Christian Schmidt