And the wind blows in new directions dear
Andreas I feel yor pain and beauty
It seems a little distant now but there's
something in the suffering for you

The bridge is up, the ship has sailed
lifeboat is small, but still it's floating
You head to shore and grab my tail
and it doesn't matter where I pull you

And all your dearest loved ones join,
one by one, your friends embrace you
Your house is secure, your mother is sure
that safe and well she'll find you

Mothers they seem like an ever ongoing theme
alternating between affection and hatred

Still you and her are on this boat
together and somehouw with your father
And mothers seem to gently float
easier than sons and daughters