Ticket

<pre-chorus>
We drift like leaves across this world.
I hold a ticket with no passenger in sight
And simply can’t stop running wild.
<chorus>
My lone wolf just howls and waits.
Where is this holy love that shapes
This endless sky, your shining grace?
I’m standing on the beach at dusk,
Still holding only ticket
With no passenger in sight.

<verse>
How could I say how much I love you?
There are no words, they don’t exist!
My love - my saint - I just adore you.
And though you’re gone, you’re deeply missed.

<pre-chorus>
We drift like leaves across this world.
I hold a ticket with no passenger in sight
And simply can’t stop running wild.
<chorus>
My lone wolf just howls and waits.
Where is this holy love that shapes
This endless sky, your shining grace?
I’m standing on the beach at dusk,
Still holding only ticket
With no passenger in sight.

<verse>
I always held you in my heart,
And came undone whenever we were apart.
Cause in my dreams you still come back –
We’re at the altar, and the picture fades to black.

<pre-chorus>
We drift like leaves across this world.
I hold a ticket with no passenger in sight
And simply can’t stop running wild.
<chorus>
My lone wolf just howls and waits.
Where is this holy love that shapes
This endless sky, your shining grace?
I’m standing on the beach at dusk,
Still holding only ticket
With no passenger in sight.

<verse>
You’re always, always near me,
So close it feels like we could breathe as one.
My desperation and my pain start feeling lighter.
All fears are turning into dust at dawn.

<pre-chorus>
We drift like leaves across this world.
I hold a ticket with no passenger in sight
And simply can’t stop running wild.
<chorus>
My lone wolf just howls and waits.
Where is this holy love that shapes
This endless sky, your shining grace?
I’m standing on the beach at dusk,
Still holding only ticket
With no passenger in sight.

<verse>
The path ahead is still unknown.
With no way back, I’m frozen in the present.
Your hand rests tenderly in mine,
Like it could hold forever.

<pre-chorus>
We drift like leaves across this world.
I hold a ticket with no passenger in sight
And simply can’t stop running wild.
<chorus>
My lone wolf just howls and waits.
Where is this holy love that shapes
This endless sky, your shining grace?
I’m standing on the beach at dusk,
Still holding only ticket
With no passenger in sight.



March 1, 2026