The driver would know exactly
the highways aren´t endless.
The ocean liner knows its border
the weaves breaks to nowhere.

Most of her days she spends alone
searching for the end of the worlds begin.
Most of her days she spends alone
searching for the end.

When she was a young girl
her father told her „my dear look,
how wonderful the world is“
but she couldn‘t imagine.

Most of her days she spends alone
searching for the end of the worlds begin.
Most of her days she spends alone
searching for the end.

She is seeking for the rainbow
but she couldn´t grab it, she´s alone.
She is dreaming and we´re awake
good night, i still replay

Most of her days she spends alone
searching for the end of the worlds begin.
Most of her days she spends alone
searching for the end.
Most of her days she spends alone
searching for the end of the worlds begin.
Most of her days she spends alone
searching for the end.

When she lost all her hope
and no one shown her the truth
she stumbled and whipped down the world.

written by Simone Pfaff und Volker Merschky