There it is again
it creeps up on me
He slowly puts himself up
in his worn-out seat
The engine sputters
it's a nasty cough
You can never get used to that sound
he heaves his head
eyes speak of pain
at last he mutters some words
It is in the details surrounding you
they predict how this will end
put your hands in the ground
and you will find out
there 's more down there
that wants to come out
He takes out a map and he points somewhere
I lean over, I hear "you take me there"
Arms around me I lift him out of the car
He than slowly stumbles away from me
at the bank he stops and turns around
and speaks as loud as he can
you can only get to know it
by getting it all wrong
there' s always more
behind the things you 're looking at
do not come to nothing
make something of yourself
and then he slowly drifts away
I can only get to know it
by getting it all wrong
I put my hands in the ground
and I will find out
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