The ocean murmurs, you are alone
It smells of fish, you want to be content
But somehow this isn't accomplished
Therefore you fled very far
Is that all that lies after so many miles?
The North Sea beats you in your face
And suddently you're missing
You didn't come far
You run further onwards
Your corpse was found quickly
That was interesting for two days
A new man sits in your cubicle
But is that particularly what happened?
Is that all that lies after so many miles?