...travelling... ...travelling alone, without guiding lights to show me the way Something is just telling me To let go and float On these visions inside ...A gentle... Gentle breeze Soothes my unease, Soothes my unease... ...In... In this realm Time slips away, Time slips away... Why am I still holding on To all these images? The world is lying at my feet, Ready for the taking How do you turn the tide, How can you face the outside? A self-made refugee, Hiding from the real Stars of time How can I reach Someone outside myself, Escape this loneliness Inside my mind? I welcome company Please help me to stay awake 'Cause this journey's bliss Will be the end of me Still afraid That one day all will slide, My HINTERLAND Still afraid That one day all will slide I must come, I must come, I must come through I must turn the tide, My HINTERLAND Still afraid Constant yearning To see, to hear, to be alive To know the outside From within Gentle breeze, Won't you carry me? A new world springs from my HINTERLAND