I was adrift at sea
Out the back of the Stephansdom
Swimming down an old cobbled street
Sometimes I just get this urge to float
And though I hate getting wet
I love the sting of the ocean
Washed up on an empty strand between
An AA meeting and the university
While a red and white tram
Rattled on down the road
Rattling like a box of my brittle young bones
Oh help me help me help me
Help me feel the weight of my feet
On these streets where I'm going
Your dialect makes it quite hard to connect
And though I heard the odd word
I missed the gist of the story

I've come untethered
I need to do better
Than shrill voice, sad eyes
And an old argyle sweater

Birds of the air have the freedom to breathe
Like voyeurs in vantage points up in the trees
Maybe that carpenter had a point
Though I don't really want to give up my TV
There's a house on the hill where the gaps are filled in
And we're each in command of the stories we spin
Getting up there is a burden we share
Because it moves two miles back each time we stop for air

Well I deeply inhale a whole lungful of dust
That's been ground from the bones of my wandering lust
Because each siren I followed just led me back down
To the stooping door where all my journeys began
I've come untethered
I need to do better
Than shrill voice, sad eyes
And an old argyle sweater

There's a bridge on the ford
On each fork in the road
And they build them up high
To keep horizons low
It's there that she dwells
Her voice clear as bells
Saying I had to leave
Because I was no good
Removing myself to a whole other place
I dream of the sea on a wild windy day
Things don't get different
When you do things the same
But I'm still here at the Bahnhof
I'm begging for change

Sticky tape wrap me I'm falling apart
I tore myself trying to reach up to the mark
Well aloof is aloof and replaced is replaced
Yeah what would life be if I was a different way?
And back in the world and I'm sat by the door
Amongst beggars and businessmen on the U4
In the arms of a city that's kept me these years
My heart lies with another though my body rests here
I've come untethered
I need to do better
Than shrill voice, sad eyes
And an old argyle sweater