In the backseat of a damaged car
We sit and we stare at the morning
Is it coming to us?
Are we coming to it?
A landscape without a sky
Quite outstanding
How we keep on paddling
In the same old ocean
Close to the safe coast
A letter in the making
No one will receive it
Greeting from the bottle's end
Our usual destination
We don't ask for pity
There's no room for pity
But we demand your distance
We demand your absence
Don't look backwards
Don't ever look forward
Keep your cool intact
Keep walking on the same road
A letter in the making
No one will receive it
Greeting from the bottle's end
Our usual destination
A letter in the making
No one will receive it
Greeting from the bottle's end
Our usual destination
A letter in the making
No one will receive it
Greeting from the bottle's end
Our usual destination