the drift or is it me..

Come hither to me...
the clouds are darkening..
and the lights dimming..
where is your destination
so silent thou are drifting away,
give it up!!
Who will hold your hand when it pulls you under...
...should it be me????

where is your destination?
So limitless,
the cold sea
My boat's ready,
its the wind of autumn
for the stiff sails.

Now you're standing by the lantern..
..your eyes moist, holding the sight of the sea
 and your tears.
The daylight falls to the side
as the evening light chase the shadows away
and the leaves dance the empty streets.

My boat is ready
Hope becomes
the sailor
Sleep in my boat
Don't worry..
i shall take you home.

Now you're standing by the lantern...
...with tears rolling down your face.
You take the fire from the candle
lighting up the dock.
Give me your hand.
the fall is coming and time will stand still

They only spoke of your family
but its only this night that's painfull..
where is your destination?
its not alone that your drifting,
don't give up!!
I will hold your hand when it pulls you under...
...yes,it would be me!

cause In the end alone you shall be saved
Then time will stand still
and I shall become cold......