OMW

Light always comes unexpectedly through the darkness. At first, it feels as if the world has turned into an endless ocean - without maps, without shores. Everything around you dissolves, only the moon hangs tenaciously overhead and a lighthouse somewhere in the distance beckons you back, promising that there is still a way.

Each chorus is a plea for strength and purity, a desire to shine again, to be filled with color, as if life could be repainted. The music pulls you up, like a wave that picks you up and carries you to the air. And in this mixture of darkness and light, you hear that strange calmness when you realize: the road is long, but the steps are already sounding - “on my way.”