Bert Jerred

I can't turn around –
I'm driving –
Something at the end
is shouting –
Rivers on the ancient borderland.

Quiet
like the soft explosion –
Simple
like the wild commotion –
Swimming
in the eyes of another man.

So many times, I wanted
you to see the colors here
(colors of the ancient riverbed).
Right turn at the riverbank –
water flowing endlessly –
Swimming
in the eyes of another man.

You're on the brink of something.
You feel the tension building.
The uncertain escalating –
don't leave the moment waiting.

I can't turn around –
I'm driving –
Something at the end
is shouting –
Rivers on the ancient borderland.

Quiet
like the soft explosion –
Simple
like the wild commotion –
Swimming
in the eyes of another man
(so many times, I wanted
you to see the colors here).

Right turn on the riverbed
(it's all in your head)
but now you know –
now you know the truth.