In search of a memory that isn't you,
I stumbled upon a pocket in time.
Where the clouds are fading into view,
With a kayak tracing horizontal lines.

I shed my clothing down to the rocks,
And inch the water towards my toes.
The comfort of my home in a locked box,
Giving willingly to my search for something new.

I'll wander forever,
Rooted in your touches.
I'll ground my mind for always,
Forgiving your clutches.

I set on a train bound to Sweden,
Never having been that way before.
Where the seagulls they know nothing of triangles,
Why should they search for something more?

I'm not a seagull though, only a girl,
A body trying to bear a soul.
Anxious, honest, ambitious girl,
Yet with room to have and hold.
Oh, a heart that never grows cold.

I'll wander forever,
Rooted in your touches.
I'll ground my mind for always,
Forgiving your clutches.

I'll wander forever,
I'll wander forever,
I'll wander forever..