| She cast herself to sea | 
| Cause she couldn’t use her wings | 
| I was drowning in a cup of tea | 
| Waiting for the spring | 
| Winter rapes you white and clean | 
| Leaves you quite and lean | 
| With a sense of being in between | 
| My fingers hit the wrong key | 
| I climbed upon the highest mount | 
| And wondered how to fly down | 
| It was too much work for me | 
| Somewhere bells are ringing | 
| And lonely mothers thinking | 
| How could they do this to me? | 
| But in the sun we were one and all | 
| In the sun we were halfway grown | 
| In the sun with our memorie almost full | 
| It was mentioned in the news | 
| The halls are decked with shoes | 
| that nobody dares to take and move | 
| All mighty and all bruised | 
| There’s a rustle in the shallow end | 
| The buyers stop to listen | 
| there is light up by the trees | 
| O glorious day, the license plate was marked | 
| «All is forgiven"just in time for the feast | 
| But in the sun we were one and all | 
| In the sun we were halfway grown | 
| In the sun with our memorie almost full in the sun | 
| As they were dancing in the parlour | 
| I couldn’t help but to recall her | 
| The girl who flew herself to sea | 
| I wondered for a second all the things she had imagined | 
| What she would’ve liked to be | 
| But in the sun we were one and all | 
| In the sun we were halfway grown | 
| In the sun with our memorie almost full in the sun | 
| But in the sun we were one and all (i wear my tambourine like a crown of light | 
| trough the night) | 
| In the sun we were halfway grown | 
| In the sun with our memorie almost full in the sun |