Texty: Alin Coen. Wer Bist Du?. Darts.

Standing there waiting for
Something to fall from the sky
Getting cold, feeling sore
Asking myself what I'll try

Restless child, lost a toy
Take home the ability
To be wild, to destroy
Still proctect fragility

Heal your vulnerable parts
Open the fence
I'll steal your dangerous darts
What is their sense?

Maybe that's the way to tame
Maybe you have done the same
There's nothing here taht I'd claim

Standing there on some read
Something could rise from below
Feeling weak couse this boat
Doesn't float too softly I know

Now it's time - I've been told
But did I ever learn to streer?
Couse I can't get a hold
of the wheel that's turning here

These are my vulnerable parts
They healed in one day
I've taken these dangerours darts
And I threw them away

Maybe that's the way to tame
Maybe you have done the same
There's nothing here taht I'd claim