a short drive with turns unexpected
protected by the sun
washed up like a bottle
follow me through this daylight
we'll stay until the end of night

fear strikes from behind
along the seams I dream
the real you, this fraudulent alibi
alone with the sounds of a crash
I'm stuck here in your arms

to think or to choose . . .
an investment to lose
not a smile for the day
rerouting to my homeland
where you'll be waiting, I pray