Just stars between the trees
Over bridges through cities
We count days, count years
A glimpse of the sun, scent of spring
Soon the rain will come like a wave
Everything that isn't the music
Your head tight against the pane
The condensation flutters like a dream
We count days, count years
A glimpse of the sun, scent of spring
Soon the rain will come like a wave
Everything that isn't the music
I'm swimming in troubled waters
Take me as far away as possible
The landscapes fly by and the mist clears
Thanks to you I breathe again