Hold me inside.
This asylum speaks of home
that's so far away.
Through the window I see people
scurry from the rain.

Before the current
there overcomes this certain faith
that's swept away,
replacing trust.
And it's hardly in your grasp
as the picture fades.

It's not too late
to reach your hand
to spare a drowning man.
No, it's not too late to reach your hand.
And even if you decide
a place to hide,
your shadow stays
always at your side.
Tonight you're harmless in the distance.

Describing pain.
Although this all seems small,
it's all I know.
And still I run.
And nothing is there
and no one is left to blame.

It's not too late
to reach your hand
to spare a drowning man.
No, it's not too late to reach your hand.
And even if you decide
a place to hide,
your shadow stays
always at your side.
Tonight you're harmless in the distance.

I can't help you now,
you're none of my concern.
You only fueled the fire.
Now regret inside you burns.

It's not too late
to reach your hand
to spare a drowning man.
No, it's not too late to reach your hand.
And even if you decide
a place to hide,
your shadow stays
always at your side.
Tonight you're harmless in the distance.

No, it's not too late to reach your hand...