Feeling like sleep in the water A scenery of meadows and creeks Shadows of pine trees and the face of him The face of him in the middle Yes, I drift away I drift far away Leaning on tomorrows hand now Lessons here they are short and sweet And the black flowers they always blossom And I drift away Yes, I drift away And the land here is flooded by the guilt And the water is poisoned with contempt And the stones wish for all to be said and done Feeling like sleep in darkness A scenery with meadows and creeks Shadows of pine trees and the face of him The face of him in the middle Yes, I drift away I drift far away The land here is flooded by the guilt And the water is poisoned with contempt