Somewhere beyond the blue-on-blue of sea and sky
My love is waiting for the day when I come by.
And every night I throw a bottle in the sea,
And every morning it comes washing back to me.

The one thing that I know is that I don’t belong,
That everything around me seems misplaced and wrong.
Where could I make my home if my whole world feels strange?
What else could lie within my scope, within my range?

Yet still I walk along the salty twilight shore,
And when it’s dark, I count the stars, just as before.
And they seem closer than the ground on which I lie,
But they are waiting for the day when I come by.

And every night I throw a bottle in the sea,
And every morning it comes washing back to me.
But in the blazing noonday heat the waves will sing
That my love hears the message that I try to bring.

-Marco Klaue

(This one actually had ambitions of being an art song. I’m not sure if the poetry is subtle enough for it to qualify, but I do believe that it should be sung by a classically trained singer, and not by me.)