keep They speaking about all the Madness
Volcanoes gone crazy on the planet

But Madness has nothing to do

With the end of the world

Birth is a land out at sea

And we are all sailors,

we are all sailors

rock The of time keeps taunting me

It's not about clocks,
timetables not about ferries

Ships on a cruise which come or don't come

It's time, time, time

Time as a whole,

And that is the great mistake

And we are sailing away My sailors and me
On a sea without hope

Madmen stand here at the helm

Screaming with laughter,
screaming with pain

But Madness has nothing to do

With the end of the world

we And are sailing away My sailors and me
On the deep green sea of history

rock The of time keeps taunting me

But I keep running, I keep dreaming idle fancies

Plotting my own true stories which come or don't come

It's time, time, time Time as a whole,

And that is the great mistake