The sea is roaring, you are alone.
It smells of fish, you want to be content.
But somehow it doesn't work,
Even though you have fled so far.
Is that all, what happens after so many miles?
The North Sea hits you in the face,
Still you lost.
You didn't get far,
You keep running forward.
Your body was found quickly,
That was interesting for two days.
There's a new man at your workplace,
But what's special about that...
Is that all there is after so many miles?
The North Sea hits you in the face,
Still you lost.
You didn't get far,
You keep running forward.