Sixth Step: The Distance Between Fathers and Sons Songtext
von Skein

Time to leave and take my space
Time will leave a bitter taste and open wounds

The turning of tide seems faster
Seems much faster now
The circling of time seems tighter
Much tighter now

Time to leave and take my space
Time will leave a bitter taste and open wounds

The turning of tide seems faster
Seems much faster now
The circling of time seems tighter
Much tighter now

Floes drifting apart
Floes drifting apart


We just stood there
Wind in our eyes
Not knowing that we would be drawn
Drawn apart
Drawn apart

Keep following the time
Keep following the tide of time
Keep following the time
Keep following the tide of time
Keep following the time
Keep following the tide of time
Keep following the time

The damage done
The violence of all that deafening silence
The damage done
The violence of all those good intentions

With every step I′m slipping further away from you
With every step I'm slipping further away from you
With every step I′m slipping further away from you
With every step I'm slipping further away from you


The turning of tide seems faster
Seems much faster now
The circling of time seems tighter
Seems much tighter now