the newcomer arrives
possession and guilt in his face
apologises to the customs man
for the gaping hole in his suitcase
says ´i´ve seen where promises are made
i´ve seen how people are undone
it´s always done
man to man
one to one

i´m ditching an empty suitcase
i´ve been in storytown
i´ve been swimming in poisons
been slowing up and down
i´ve known the eeriest wounds
the soul´s long quarantine
when no rewards remain
no one and nothing comes clean
i´ve been blown about for years
on my way to you
i´ve been blown about for years
on my way to you
and i still turn to love
i want to burn again
and i still turn to love

in a room
where arrangements are made for success
you try to say that you possess me
by your caress
i met your lover yesterday
wearing some things i left at your place
singing a song that means a lot to me
i´ve known a certain grace

i´ve been blown about for years

on my way to you..
and i still turn to love

i´m still turning
i want to burn again