Just like it was yesterday
Or a while since I thought
A beautiful boat
A single stubborn oar
Nothing else
Did i ever want

There is this whole water
Eyes looking in eyes
A prejudice
There never is a stronger force

Rushing, stabbing the oar
I hit so many stupid things
Long way to go, to be
No ants but blue things

God is crazy and rains
But I just got a single stick
I'm alone
Wish I had a many, many sticks

I smell trees, I feel wet
Flashing jingles in my head
A shore met
And then I come breathless
Everytime
I come like that