Der letzte Sommer

Go around

I'm heading straight for my bed,
smoothly gliding away
Still in the sky where the sunshine's at home
burning fast through my day

I'm gliding through all the storms with rough winds shaking my brain
Never go down, never stalled, never slow,
but fuel I have to regain

Where
Is any landing?
Where
Is any bed?
Where
Is just some maintenance?
That
I never had?

While winds are waiting to kill,
I'm raising even more rage
In noise and G-force, I have to sit still,
no breathe out of my cage.

I'm hungry and I released
kerosene yesterday,
there is no blanket, no pillow, a sheet
of asphalt, nowhere to stay.

With engines flaming
Deafening sound
'cause now I have to
Go around

Don't fall asleep quickly,
you rather prepare,
approach as instructed,
with power to flare.
Don't fall asleep hardly,
reverse all your thrust,
amd brake 'cause you're rushing;
no time in the gust

With engines flaming
Saddening sound
Again, a Durchstart
Go around

Fuel
Experience shortage
Fuel
My Engines lost
Fuel
So I keep gliding

So I keep falling
Fuel
Would have - cost.

With engine flame out
Silent despair
Crash and drowning
Who will care?

Not levelled, hitting waters,
which tear my engines off
My metal's lost, I'm swimming,
soon drowning my last cough.

I went around
I went around