Text: Stephan Eicher. My Place. To Get You There.

Time in t?s old dress
Eating itself
Nights are moving
And days are telling you
A rain escort
To get you there
And the power of a bad feeling
Remembers you
How it will go on

A walk through time
Cleft like s stone
And the night embraces you black
To get you there

Thank you for the words
Sorry that I miss you
Bags full of things
But that?s no use to me
I only want to sing
And I leave you now
Don? t embrace me
Now that I?mhere

A walk through time
Cleft like s stone
And the night embraces you black
To get you there