Schommel, wip, een touw aan banden,
als ik spring, mag ik dan
naast jou landen,
kan jij mij dan toevertrouwen
dat ik dichterbij de gauwe
afschriften mag zien
en voelen
of dit nu is wat ze bedoelen
als ze zeggen, liften
gaan niet heen en weer
en wij gaan al een tijdje
niet meer op en neer.

Waiting in these lines
Can be quite boring
At times
Any person in their right mind
Would find something to pass the time

The thing that I found
To occupy myself
Is to occasionally pull one off the shelf
Give it a look
Peculiar are these things
That fill the book
"they are powerful"
"i try to use them"
"to liften my mind"
"maybe someone will find"
"these confessions of my mind"
I wonder... if I wasn't too scared to cry
If someone would have helped me
Bare my mind

But within these lines
Are the thoughts
That cross my mind
Well, just the ones that prevent rest
The ones that keep me up at night
To say all, there would never be enough time
The lines are how I cope
With the things that tug my rope