Golden light through the open door,
Splashless breeze against your skin
On the wind, the salty tide
Of sweat, of tears, of ocean
Golden light through the old window,
Spilling out on the floor
On the wind, the luring call
Of toil, of change, of joy
Oh your errant heart
Swept along by the breeze again
So you're lost in the golden light,
Splashless while you drift
But on the wind there's nothing left,
Nothing left to swim against
Oh your unmoored heart
Drawn along in the wake again
Oh your unmoored heart
Drawn along in the wake again
Oh your wild heart
Wasn't it always someplace else?

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN