When I am weary
then I try to think of the words that you told me
When I said I was a boy
on a lonely dark fare
in the middle of nowhere
nowhere to turn to
and nowhere to hide
when I have nowhere hide
then I think of the words you that told me
when I said I was a boy
not a man
who knows what he can
and what he cannot do
'cause I don't even know who I am
when I don't know who I am
then I think of the words that you told me
when I stepped out of the boat
tried to walk on the waves
but I sank
Oh I sank
deeper into the grave of my thought
When I am deep in the grave of my thought
I try to think of the words that you told me
that day in my kitchen
it was flooded by my tears
but dried by your words:
"why are you weary?
I love you more!"
