Whatever It is that I need
I can find in God's house
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I turn away resentfully and I take the blame for my vulgarity
But last December I wasn't even myself
Because I was out of touch with the reality of life
And depression sunk me very deep just like the Titanic did in the sea
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have the feeling that what they call the unsinkable boat will sink this time On the Atlantic sea
But I am sorry darling we will no longer go on that journey together
We will go on a different journey by plane and not by boat
Because the boat doesn't sound safe to us anymore because it travells Through unchated waters
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Where are we running?
Are we running away from the homeless people of the street?
Where are we running?
Are we running away from the rain
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Give me the healing touch
That you have in your hands
God
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Where are you now my God?
Are you nearby that I can see you?
Or are you far away?
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You said that my love was not strong enough
While I was in the bathtub having a bath
The moon was shining through the bathroon window
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The butterflies
That had flown
All the way from the sky
Had landed in my hands
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